Serena
"Sign here, great. Sit down anywhere you'd like," a falsely cheerful, bleached blonde receptionist says.
I sit down on a plastic chair in the corner, next to a large plastic fern.
It's all just a nightmare. If I get the abortion, it will all go away, and everything will be fine, I try to convince myself. I give up eventually. What if my own mother, who was in a very similar situation to the one I am in now, had decided not t have me?
My thoughts are interrupted as a young looking woman with a small toddler on her hip walks up to me. I am the only other person here.
"Could you please hold Gina while I go sign in?" The woman asks me. I nodd, unable to do anything else. She carefully passes me the pixie-like little girl with light brown hair cut into a bob and sky blue eyes.
"My mommy likes violets," Gina announces, giving me a handful of crushed violets.
"I'll bet she does," I mutter.
"Are you a mommy?"
"I don't know," I admit. And I don't.
Gina feels my hair.
"Your hair is soft. Like my new Barbie's. Not like my old Barbie's," Gina says, making a face.
"And she says if I be good today, we can go buy me a brand new little Kelly doll. But I don't want Kelly to be Barbie's cousin. So I'm gonna make Barbie be her mommy," she continues.
"Thank you so much," the mother says, magically appearing in front of me. She picks Gina up and says to me, "I hope she didn't drive you crazy."
"She didn't. She actually opened my eyes," I tell her, and with that, I run out of the clinic.
The violets are still in my hand.
"Sign here, great. Sit down anywhere you'd like," a falsely cheerful, bleached blonde receptionist says.
I sit down on a plastic chair in the corner, next to a large plastic fern.
It's all just a nightmare. If I get the abortion, it will all go away, and everything will be fine, I try to convince myself. I give up eventually. What if my own mother, who was in a very similar situation to the one I am in now, had decided not t have me?
My thoughts are interrupted as a young looking woman with a small toddler on her hip walks up to me. I am the only other person here.
"Could you please hold Gina while I go sign in?" The woman asks me. I nodd, unable to do anything else. She carefully passes me the pixie-like little girl with light brown hair cut into a bob and sky blue eyes.
"My mommy likes violets," Gina announces, giving me a handful of crushed violets.
"I'll bet she does," I mutter.
"Are you a mommy?"
"I don't know," I admit. And I don't.
Gina feels my hair.
"Your hair is soft. Like my new Barbie's. Not like my old Barbie's," Gina says, making a face.
"And she says if I be good today, we can go buy me a brand new little Kelly doll. But I don't want Kelly to be Barbie's cousin. So I'm gonna make Barbie be her mommy," she continues.
"Thank you so much," the mother says, magically appearing in front of me. She picks Gina up and says to me, "I hope she didn't drive you crazy."
"She didn't. She actually opened my eyes," I tell her, and with that, I run out of the clinic.
The violets are still in my hand.
Shaun
Three months later, we were apparently "an item".
She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, you know you want to" chocolate brown eyes.
I paid attention to her every move, her every word.
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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and said she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.
Nothing else mattered.
Three months later, we were apparently "an item".
She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, you know you want to" chocolate brown eyes.
I paid attention to her every move, her every word.
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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and said she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.
Nothing else mattered.