[ WP ] The rights of the fetus are now placed entirely before the rights of the mother .

Janice woke up to a blinding light. 
 
 `` Today is the day, Mrs. Morgany'', a smiling nurse said to her. `` We can finally get the baby out and unhook the machinery.'' 
 
 Janice tried to smile back, but at the mere mention of baby, had her head seething with hatred. She tried to push back the naughty thoughts before, yet they persisted and gradually she took comfort to them. Sometimes even loved them. Dead babies, drowned babies, babies burning in ashes; these thoughts were as enticing as they were inhumane. They are what kept her going. 
 
 Around the hospital bed, Janice saw her husband and family crowd in, carrying baby supplies and cards entwined with shades of blue and pink. `` So I heard, they were letting you lose today'' Her husband Tomas said. `` Finally you will understand what it is like to be a true mother'' She heard her mother-in-law say, `` Maybe then you'll understand why everything that happen was in best for you and the baby.'' 
 
 Janice scoffed at her in silence. How could any of this benefit her? It all started when her family discovered she had depression while pregnant and according to the law, that was not suitable for independent fetus growth. 
 
 They had her locked away in the hospital; forbidden to do anything that might `` encourage'' her bad thoughts. No literature, no aggressive media, no going outside, even her own writing was censored for being too `` unfriendly''. Everything she did was moderated, from her activities, to her disgusting health food, to how she slept, heck even the bathroom had cameras in them. 
 
 She was confident that prisoners were not treated this way. Even prisoners were talked to like a human being, not how the nurses talk to her. They treated her like a child, refusing to address any matters other than what was best for her baby. They frisked off her depression as a simple headache and continued to medicate her with nothing but their `` love''. Sometimes they greet her swollen stomach before her, because that was all that matters to anyone. Her baby. 
 
 It was only a month in, that Janice began having thoughts of miscarriages. Sometimes she catches herself praying for one, anything to get her out of here. By the second month, the nurses caught her trying to drink bleach to self force a miscarriage. Janice did not believe that the nurses could restrict her anymore than what she already was at. She was wrong. 
 
 Janice woke up immobilized, Her entire body simply failed to be able to move. She was restrained in a hospital bed with various tubes running out and in of her. They were smart to immobilized her lips too, for if she could talk, she would have been screaming. 
 
 Six months of being isolated from everyone; six months of being awake, aware of everything.The only things to keep her company were her depressing thoughts and the baby Gradually she developed a hatred for her child. This looming belly was her warden, its want for survival took anyway Janice's freedom. She thought of various unique ways to kill it; her favorite thought was to beat its head against the wall the minute the nurse gave her the baby. In the end however, she had a much sinister plan. To not kill, but to force her child to love only her and when the it had place all its devotion and need in her, Janice will simply abandon it. The months of pain that she suffered will be forced into that wrenched child. A deserving punishment. 
 
 `` It's a girl'' the nurse said with excitement. `` Have you thought of a name? `` Yes'', said Janice, `` Darling Cassandra.'' 
 

