Thursday, September 25, 2008

The Journey Taken

The story below is a paper I wrote for a writing class - it is fictional.

Why did this happen to me? Trish sobbed, clutching her bulging tummy. A vulnerable, terrified child with tear-stained face looked back at her through the mirror. What am I gonna do? I’ve gotta decide before it’s too late. It’s so unfair! Tormented, she rocked herself.
The phone rang, jolting her from her misery. She wiped away her tears.

“Have you decided?” a tinge of impatience poured from the voice on the other end of the line.
“David! No, I dunno, I can’t make up my mind.”
“Well I’m here for you, okay?”
“I know you are,” she blinked back tears, “I’m sorry, I gotta go now.”

Trish’s mother poured some tea. “Trish, this was not your fault! Think of your future. You have no idea how much this will change your life. Please, don’t be stupid about this!” Normally restrained, she was losing her grip. Would her daughter actually consider going through with this? Wrought with emotion she spurted, “You’re going to regret this Trish.” Her lips thinned.

“Mom, it’s my decision!” her emotions in control.
“Well who do you think is going to support you? David? Don’t count on him…he’s just a child himself.”
“For your information he’s 21, he’s no child” Trish rolled her eyes and sipped her tea.
“Well, he’s big enough to run the other way,” she tried.
“He won’t!” How could she even say such a thingl?
Her mother softened, “You have your whole life ahead of you. What about your schooling?” She pleaded, “You don’t have to do this. No one expects that.”
“I know Mom, but it’s the right thing to do…besides, what if something went wrong with the surgery?”
Her mother protested in disbelief. There was no talking with her.

Later, Trish mulled over their talk. Mom only wants the best for me. It’s just a shapeless, faceless blob anyway, isn’t it? She gazed at the trophies and awards on her shelf.
David would be disappointed, but it had nothing to do with him anyway.
Mom’s right…what was I thinking? I can’t throw away my life. It would be foolish.
Instant relief washed over her. She’d decided.

Trish grabbed the phone, pulled a wrinkled card out of the drawer and quickly dialed before she changed her mind. Time was running out.
“Hello, Healthway Clinic, may I help you?”
She hesitated, and then firmly said, “Yes, I have to make an appointment.”

Now 2 ½ years later, Trish remembered the rape and subsequent pregnancy as if it were yesterday. Her recall was cut short as her mother walked into her home. “Hey there, how are the studies going?”
“Good…one more month and I’ll be a full fledged Medical Transcriptionist”
“I’d love some. It’s great that you can work from home.” She sat at the table and fixed her tea. “Did David get his raise?”
“He did!”
“Awesome. Now where is that adorable little grandson of mine?”
“Sleeping…he’ll be awake soon. Let’s just enjoy our visit.”

She pondered the journey taken; the hardest decisions can be the most rewarding, she thought. Her tummy moved gently with the promise of a bright future.


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