Chapter 1: Seven Months to Live

Seven Months to Live

 

 

       Tick- Tock- Tick- Tock….. Time goes by so quickly now. As everyday goes by I wake up cheerful, but fully knowing what is to come. I used to live everyday in the moment, not ever thinking about tomorrow. I didn’t care too much about life. There have been times when I even tried to end it.

I sat in my childhood bedroom, about to swallow a whole bottle of sleeping pills. What had come over me, I didn’t used to be this way. Mama and daddy had been so proud of me before, and now they were even ashamed to call me their little girl. What is left for me in this life, I thought. No one really loves me, except for the love I can give a man in the bed.

       I gulped down one pill, trying hard to think of any reason why I shouldn’t do this. And as I was about to put a mouth full of pills in my mouth, my little sister walked in. She came to me crying, telling me how everyone bullied her at school, and how mom and dad couldn’t understand her as much as I could. I comforted her, and realized that I should not end my life at that moment. And I decided that I would go on a little bit longer, for her.

       One night as I limped into a hotel room battered and hurt. My boyfriend had just beat me severely. I had a black eye, and I felt as though I could be walking on a broken leg. I was emotionally and physically hurt. Is this all that I had to live for, I thought. I reached down for the gun that I had in my purse, and I was prepared to end it, right then and there. No more interruptions, this had to be done. I never thought that I would be using this gun on myself. I had always carried it for protection as I was prostituting on the streets, I never felt a better reason to use it other than now. So I raised my arm to put the gun to my head. As I was about to pull the trigger, I felt a little kick in my stomach.

       And then, I remembered the little infant that I carried in my stomach. I thought that I could have possibly had a miscarriage after what had happened earlier, but now I knew that it was still alive. I didn’t really care about taking my life at the moment, but I knew that I couldn’t take the life of this baby, who had yet to breath fresh air, and not even said its first words. So I dropped the gun from my hand realizing that I had to live for this baby.

 

 

3 Years Later…….

Author's Note

Well, I posted this on this site before, but I accidentally deleted it. WHOOPS! Ignore grammar problems, what do think about it? Constructive criticism, please.