Section One: The Beginning
Part One: Her Birth is Darker Than the Dark Side
of The Moon
Rain. The sound sounded beautiful against the
window in the room. The room was a little cold and pale in color. The sounds of
other women, and some men, screaming frightened Jessica. Jessica, feeling
another contraction, winced at the pain. This had been the worst pain she felt
in her entire life. A nurse walked in slowly and peaked in at her.
"How are you feeling...," she looked at the
chart, "Jessica."
"It still hurts. Can you give me any more pain
medication?" Jessica winced again, as the pain increased rapidly.
"I am afraid not. It looks like you are about to
give birth." The nurse walked, almost hopping, to the nurse's station. She
heard a few shouts and screamed in pain. When the doctor entered, he was
already putting gloves on, instead of his nurse.
"I am going to take a look, Jessica, okay?"
Jessica scooted back, fearing something bad was about to happen. "It is okay. I
think you about to give birth and I need to look." He forcefully opened up her
legs, with the nurses help, and looked. Suddenly, the doctor looked at the
nurses. Almost in sync they yelled,PUSH, and Jessica pushed with
all her might. The pain was so bad that she thought that she was going to pass
out. Seconds later, the pain subsided and she looked around.
"Congratulations Jessica, It is a girl," the
doctor said, "would you like to hold her?"
"No." Everyone in the room looked at her with
concern. "She is going to be adopted by some other family, that can actually
afford her." She knew this was a lie, but she did not need to tell them the
truth, they did not need to know why she did not want her own child.
"We will make sure that she gets to a social
worker. Are you staying for the adoption?" The nurse seemed frantic as the
doctor left the room in a fit of rage.
"Do I have to stay?"
The nurse gave Jessica a sad look but said, "no,
but most parents do stay."
"Well, I am not like most parents, I guess." She
paused as she was going to say snobby things about 'normal' parents, but she
decided that it probably was not a good idea. They were the ones that decided
if she got treated well or not, and she had just given birth to a small human.
She cursed under her breath as she got ready for a little bit more pain.
The next day was almost worse than the birth.
She pushed a button for more morphine, but none came. The nurses treated her
good, but she could tell that they were upset with her; maybe it was just the
endorphins that they did not like. A social worker came in and asked her to
fill out a few forms. They basically said that she was giving up her parental
rights on the child, she never once said your child, only the child.
Jessica signed them all without even looking at the social worker twice. The
social worker sighed as she collected the papers and left. Jessica sighed, then
started crying. She knew that the father would not want the child, but she
wanted the kid so bad that it hurt her to think too hard about that little face
that she gave her when they were cleaning her off. That kid is so cute and
precious! she would say in her head every time she imagined her adorable
face. Soon the pain subsided and she fell asleep for a few hours, but
nightmares kept waking her up every couple of minutes. Time seemed to slow down
when she dreamed of the little baby that she loved, but could not have.
On the last day of her stay at the hospital, she
was allowed to see the baby one more time before she was gone forever. She was
taken there in a wheelchair and left alone for a couple of minutes. Time
definitely slowed when she saw her. Her little face was scrunched up and a
reddish pink color. Her hair was an odd color, since both her and the father
had black hair. Reddish brown hair was not supposed to be on this child, but
her powers could have genetically changed the child's DNA or quite the
opposite. The child might not have powers because the father had none. Or the
powers might be more intense than both hers and his combined. She did not know,
nor did she really care. When the nurses and other patients were not looking,
she took out her phone and took a picture of her. The only part about that
Jessica did not like was the ridiculous pink and lavender colored, heart
printed onesie that they put on her. Other than that, everything about her was
perfect. Her eyes were a bright green with flecks of metallic blue and gold,
that sparkled in the fluorescent lights. In a flash, a nurse came around the
corner and grabbed the wheelchair.
"Are you ready, ma'am," the nurse said as she
accidentally jerked the wheelchair.
"I just have one question. Am I allowed to leave
something for the baby, so that her parents will get it?"
The woman looked confused but then said, "I will
have to ask a supervisor that, but if you do leave something, it will be up to
the parents if they want to give it to the baby. I will be back with the
answer." She walked away before Jessica could even blink. What she thought she
should give was a small token from her own childhood, but where she had placed
it, in her purse, was not there. An alternative item had to be found in a
matter of minutes. But what could I give her? I have nothing of importance
here. Then she thought of her necklace; it gave her a little boost with her
powers, but she could give it up. For her child she would give it
up.
"Ma'am? You can leave something for the social
worker to give to the parents. Would you like me to take it and give it to
her?" The woman talk so fast, it was like she was begging to dump her on the
sidewalk and run back inside.
"Um...yes please." She handed her the necklace,
as the woman walked around the corner and handed it to the social worker, who
then in turn nodded at Jessica in appreciation. She knew that Jessica had some
feelings for the child.
"Ready now?"
"Yes, lets go now." Jessica looked back one last
time. She knew she had made the right decision, but it broke her heart to have
to make it. As she exited the hospital, she took a deep breath of the clean air
and released it. A new day would begin tomorrow and she would keep thinking
that her girl was with a better family, and with a better life. She hoped that
they would never meet because it might turn out very, very badly...