Vita

The child let out a small cough, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal his bright blue irises. The woman looked down into the wide eyes of the newborn boy and let a smile grace her lips. There was such purity in that gaze, such innocence that shone from those eyes as he lay there, gazing upwards, completely oblivious to the turmoil that had brought him into existence...

The night was late, they warned her not to walk home after the party but it was just too nice to call a taxi. The clear black sky, the thousands of silver pinpricks, she was too busy admiring the beauty of nature to realise that she was being followed.

The boy flailed his limbs, as if testing out his new body. The woman chuckled, reaching a hand out to gently tickle his stomach.

The faint tapping of footsteps, the soft rustling of clothing, and that was all the warning she had before something slammed into the back of her skull,  exploding a mass of multicoloured spots across her vision. Half conscious she collapsed to the ground, pain racking through her head. And that's when it began.

The corners of his mouth quirked upwards in a weak laugh, the woman stopped tickling him with a sigh.

Seconds? Minutes? Hours? She was never able to remember how long it had been, and she will never be able to forget the searing agony tearing through her body, the sensation of being torn apart from the inside out. Rip, stab, thrust, it went on and on and on...

The boy felt a soft kiss pressed to his right cheek. He was not yet old enough to know exactly what it meant, but even now it projected kindness, comfort, and caring.

She woke up in hospital. Concussion, skin abrasions, not to mention internal damage. She lay there for days, too doped up on pain medication to think straight; it wasn't until after her release that the nightmares began.

The woman straightened, a wistful look on her face. She reached down and gently brushed a stray lock of wispy hair from the boy's forehead.

The pain, the terror, the helplessness, she relived it night after night. And every morning she would wake screaming, begging, and utterly violated. It wasn't for months that she realised that the nausea, the tiredness wasn't just from the trauma.

Suddenly the baby's mouth turned downwards, his face scrunching up as a few tears leaked from his eyes, but the woman was quick in picking him up, rocking and shushing him back into complacency.

"Abort it," they insisted, "every time you look at him he'll remind you of what happened," they told her, "you'll hate him, you can't have the baby." But she couldn't do it. He was as much a victim as she was, the innocent party in all the horror. She just couldn't do it.

She held the child she never expected to have in her arms, looking down into the clear blue eyes which reminded her not of fear and pain, but of love. And she knew in her heart that she made the right decision.

For so many months she had been consumed by grief, fear, self-pity, for so long she had thought her life was over.

Her son gave a yawn and blinked sleepily. His mother leant over, laying him down and stretching out beside him.

But even as one life ended...

She closed her eyes, pulling the boy up against to her chest and inhaling deeply, committing his scent to memory.

Another had just begun.

For the first time in nine months she didn't dream.

Author's Note

"Vita" is Latin for "life."

Not my usual kind of piece (again, gee I seem to be doing a lot of experimenting lately). This was written for a group on another site based on the themes of hope and faith, with the contest prompt "beginnings." Suggestions for improvement will be greatly appreciated.

If you could also point out any typos or grammatical errors that would also be great.

Reviews

[Mary]

Excellent write, Entity. no typos or grammatical errors that I could detect, but one amazing short story. You captured so much- horror, torture, nightmares, healing. It has touched my heart deeply.

[Tate Morgan]

I wrote a piece on abortion and I can tell you it is hard to see someone who has scared their soul .Heres to life and right to live it

[Friend of a Friend]

Just beautiful, I loved the way it went back and forth betweens the two themes, really tying them together.

[Jazique]

What a nice title. You did a very unique and creative way of writing. Way to go to show the mother before this and how she it afterward.This always what you think when say you want a child. To endure the pain and lost that may come with. Also the joy of hardship that come after you have a vita brought into this world. In other words you did a magnificent job and of portraying this in the word of "Vita" you have brought a wonderful new work of art into the life of writing.

[WriterMe]

Oh this was so sweet. But this being the 3rd story I have reviewed of yours, I noticed all of them have taken place in hospitals, all of them have captured the themes of 'faith' and 'hope' really really well. I would really like to see what more you can do in other areas. Over all, good work =]

[Calypso]

Wonderful

[KAREN]

This was just plain out OUTSTANDING WORK! I couldn't stop reading!

[Julie Beth]

this was really good i loved it outstanding job :)

[Haleemaaisha]

wooooow that was absolutely amazing Im impressed by how you went back and forth between the stories. and how the outcome of this horrible act brought so much happiness and content to the victim KUdos! well written