void: part 2

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A continuation of a thing I wrote a very long time ago. It won't make sense, but that's ok.

Submitted: May 11, 2016

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Crossing her legs and taking another sip of water from a small plastic cup, she glanced somewhat nervously about the waiting room. This, she thought, is a moment where intervention from God would be helpful. She saw the new mothers with their babies in portable cradles, the old mothers accompanying soon-to-be new mothers, and the lost mothers who didn’t have anyone with them except their grief. She saw them all, and she did not want to be one of them. Not yet at least.

 

“Terrinda?”

 

She scratched the back of her head while looking at an abstract painting for maybe the fifth time. She didn’t hear the nurse calling her name.

“Terrinda Fitzgerald?”  

“Oh,”

She got up and walked towards the nurse who met her gaze with a smile. “Right this way, Ms. Fitzgerald.”

 

~

 

Her health practitioner was a surly Indian man who always exuded a mood of calmness, and this was the first time she was grateful for such a quality.


“Good afternoon, Ms. Fitzgerald. How have you been?” he asked while writing things on a paper on a clipboard.

“Fine, doc, thanks.” she almost murmured out

“Thaaat’s good. Have you been eating well?”

“Yes”

“Have you gotten your menstrual cycle yet?”

“No”

“Oh right, that’s why you’re here … Are you sexually active?”

“No”

“Okay, so you must be why I asked you to schedule an appointment today. It’s because we have gotten your lab results back, and what we found is something that should be talked about in person.”  

She pursed her lips and waited for him to continue. Clearing his throat, he did.

“Before I go into detail, I should ask: is there any history of birth defect in your family? Like someone born with a mental or physical handicap?”

“Umm.. no, as far as I know.”

“Well,” he cleared his throat again. “Then this may come as a surprise to you.”

He grabbed an envelope that was sitting on an adjacent counter and pulled out a copy of an x-ray, which he set it against what looked like a metal box with lightbulbs inside of it. Flipping the lights on, he looked at the x-ray in the same way a scientist might look at a species of animal they’ve never seen before: a mixture of fear, wonder, and confusion.

“Ugh!” it was only a millisecond after she saw the picture that a stabbing pain came from the area that got the x-ray. Terrinda used both arms to clutch her lower abdomen and grimaced from the pain.

“Ms. Fitzgerald?! Are you alright?! Ms. Fit-”

The room darkened as she fell to the floor.

 

~
 

Eighteen hours and several doses of narcotics, our poor sap exited the automatic doors of the emergency room and walked to the bus stop, since she couldn’t operate heavy machinery at the moment. Gripping the handle of her purse strap, the brunette unsuccessfully fought back tears. The tarot card. The full moon. That strange man who didn’t seem like good idea but was so unusually charming. She never should have taken the long walk home at such a late hour, but the sky was just something she wanted to savor.

Before she knew it, the bus doors were open and a bus driver gave her a confused look filled with pity. He, however, said nothing, and so did she as she swiped her card inside and shuffled towards a seat with tears still falling down her face.

This is it. she thought There’s no surviving this time. I survived dad leaving, I survived that car crash, I even survived after Ken was gone. This, this is the catalyst of the penance that I have to go through. I don’t know what will happen, but I know that there is no way out.

 

~

 

*Ding dong*

She forgot her keys in the hospital like the moron that she is. She rang the doorbell impatiently

*Ding-ding-ding dong.*

 

“Coming!” a voice inside yelled. The door opened.

“Oh, hi baby.” a dark, middle aged woman with a thick Filipino accent answered the door. “Bakit mukhang umiiyak ka kanina?”
“Wala po.” she forced down the pathetic tears that threatened to resurface. “Allergies lang siguro.”

“Ahhh, ok … kumain ka ba?” the woman wasn’t her mother, but the mother of her best friend who allowed her to stay there for an astounding $250 a month.

“Hindi pa po.” she walked in the door and set her purse on a rack.

“Sige, kain na tayo. Kathy! Andito na si Terrinda! Kain na!” she hollered to the upstairs.

When no answer came, the woman remembered that her daughter was taking a shower and told Terrinda to just start eating without her. The two sat at the circle shaped table in the kitchen with bowls of sinigang and rice in front of them.

“Teka muna, unan magdasal tayo.”

The woman clasped her hands and bowed her head, closing her eyes. Terrinda simply looked at the food in front of her, too ashamed to talk to God.

“Lord, thank you for this food. Please let it give us the energy to serve and glori-”

Terrinda started sobbing mid prayer and interrupted the woman, who quickly got out of her seat to try and comfort her. Obvious alarm was on her face.


After five minutes of her breakdown, it was with a sniffling nose and shaking hands that she finally got around to answering the woman’s repeated question of what was wrong. She pulled out the envelope containing the photocopy of her lab results.

 

The woman opened it, looked at the photo then screamed.

 

It clearly wasn’t doctored. It was an x-ray of a uterus, and everything was normal except for a small conundrum that couldn’t have been more than two inches long.

 

It was a black hole.

And it was still moving.

 


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