SCARS
She stood up as her doorbell rang. Worry was written all over her face. It's been a while since the war was over and her husband, Finn, hadn't come back home yet. Rachel couldn't wait to tell him she was expecting their first child. When she opened her door, a police officer stood there, his cap in his hands against his chest seeming honorable. Rachel tuned everything out after the officer told her that Finn had been killed in battle. She fell to her knees. Right there, it felt as if her whole life had collapsed in a matter of seconds. Her husband hadn't known she was pregnant and now he never would. She felt as if she had nothing to live for. The officer left and she closed the door and walked over to her kitchen. She felt the adrenaline run thru her veins as she laid the knife against her forearm. She had done this before. But she was pregnant now. Two months along and she had to make the right choice.
Seven months later, she sat there, in her rocking chair, rocking back and forth. She felt something to life again, because her life has slowly gotten better with the birth of her little boy. She now has something to live for and it had all come down to a choice she hopes she won't ever have to make again. She was happy now. And she knew Finn would be too.
The end.