The Child and Me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
How far would a mother go to protect her child?
In this short story, a woman who has been deeply depressed ever since the birth of her daughter must make a decision. She doesn't want her daughter living a life like this, but what is the ultimatum she is given?

Submitted: January 03, 2013

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I hate life. I’ve hated life for approximately five or six years now, ever since the terrible incident occurred. I trudged through the crowded shopping mall complex, multiple sighs escaping my mouth.

My daughter, usually as lifeless as I am, was full of joy and excitement today. She hopped and skipped from tile to tile on the hard floor of the shopping mall’s hallway. We entered a clothing store; this is what I was afraid of.

There were so many things I did not want to tell my daughter. I did not want to tell her that I did not have enough money to afford more than one new outfit for her first year of school. I did not want to tell her that I almost had her terminated as a fetus in the womb. I especially did not want to tell her how she had come to be a human being.

More thoughts came across my mind as we rode up the escalator of the clothing store; memories floated into my head, making me cringe. I remembered that horrible night, the night that I made the mistake of getting into a perfect stranger’s vehicle. I barely knew this boy, and I was still very naïve for a 17-year-old girl.

I climbed into his vehicle, unaware of what was about to happen. The boy parked in an abandoned parking garage and forced me into the backseat. Not only did he strip me of my clothes and my innocence, but he also stripped me of my dignity. He forcefully stripped me of my virginity.

I shook my head, bringing my mind back to the present day. I watched my daughter continue to hop around the crowded store; how could I ever tell her that she was the result of a rape, and that is the reason why I do not have the slightest clue where her father is now? Maybe I should keep it from her forever? No, I could not do that to her. Maybe the easiest way out could be to just grab her and jump… I could end it for the both of us, if I just jumped off the edge of this high balcony.

I picked her up, and she questioned what I was doing. I did not answer as I stepped closer and closer to the edge. I bent my knees, kissed my daughter on the forehead, and proceeded to jump…

 

And then I woke up. I was a 17-year-old girl again, lying in my bed. Confused, I glanced out of my bedroom window and saw the car of the boy I barely knew. I walked downstairs, told my father about the boy outside, and then my father made him leave.

After this terrifying nightmare of rape and early parenthood, I knew what mistakes I should never make. When the time was right, I would marry the right guy, and have beautiful children when I was completely ready.

For now, I was going to live a happy and safe life. I was still young, so there was plenty of time to make this a great life!


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