Prologue

There are many ways in which a person's life changes. Sometimes the changes are slow, like watching a flower blossom where as sometimes, they are quick, like witnessing a lightning striking a tree. Sometimes the changes are acceptable, like when a girl gets her first period, where as sometimes they are unwanted like missing a period due to one night pleasure.

Then there are changes which occur overnight, there is no going back from it. In a very few cases, all these changes come together, like it was happening in my life at this moment.

As I lay on my hospital bed, staring at the pale, dull and colourless roof, I cannot help but sigh at my condition. Though I am here because of my own decisions, sometimes I want to change it, sometimes I cusre myself for thinking so.

How did my life change so drastically in one year? Just a year ago, I was a teen sensation, occupying almost every cover page of teen magazine and now, I am here, with a needle in my arm. Though my mother never approved of me for chasing after modelling, I did it to annoy her.

She accepted me as a model as it meant she could brag about me in her ladies circle. Dad, he was hardly home. That was the reason she had to find another man to fulfil her desires. For the same reason, I was sent away in boarding school, so I don't interfere in her life. I hated it, but moving to a new boarding school was not bad. In fact, I was happy I was there. It was here that I met Misty. I guess behind every action or happening, there is a reason. We must wait to realise it.

Though my modelling job gave me immense money to fulfil all I wanted, I let that life go, to cherish what I got from him. What I got from Ash.

I saw the doctor entering with a bored look on her face. She came over and checked my blood pressure then the monitor reading. It looked like a screen with graph paper, the kind which I used in school for statistics, but this was longer and mechanical. She always wore a red top with black jeans. Her hair was in a neat bun and she hardly showed any sign of makeup. But that didn't help the fact that I disliked her. She never said a word more than necessary. I wanted to ask whether the thing inside me is in good health or not, whether I will be able to make it or not.

Dr. Giselle, as I read from her name plate on her coat, ordered the nurse attending me,"She needs prostaglandin, call me when the dilation is six." With that she left, without even saying a word to me, not that I cared.

The nurse, Ms. Cynthia, as she told me before was getting ready for my test. The test which I hated the most, my vaginal examination.

I cried.

Soundlessly.

"Is it hurting,Dawn?" She sweetly asked.

I just nodded. The pain from the IV drop on my wrist, an instrument left in my vagina, the tearing pain in my abdomen, it all gave me a feeling of pain but at the same time such feeling of freedom which I never had before.

I wished I had Kenny with me right now, or Misty, she always knew what to do. Even my mom's company would have helped, but I guess it is not going to happen in this life. Dad. I knew he would come as soon as possible. Ash. I am not sure whether he knows that I am here.

With left in the hospital bed with nothing to do, I have plenty of time to think about my past life, to think what I am and what I used to be. Hospital is not a place one likes to visit regularly, the same smell of antiseptic, floor cleaning liquid, smell of various medicine is enough to make any healthy man sick.

Then it began, the tearing pain, after an hour. This pain was different from all the pain which I had experienced before. I am hardly in my senses to realise what was happening around me. I could only hear Cynthia calling for Dr. Giselle.

I heard the chaos in my room. When Dr. Giselle came, I was still in my bed, howling in pain, crying, screaming, suffering.

I was twisting in pain, crying and praying at the same time. I clutched the bedsheet to relieve myself. I feared that I was going to dig a hole in it.

"You have to push, or I will have to cut you up," she said in her monotonous voice.

That did it. I couldn't gather the courage to think about being cut with a knife. With one final push, it was out. I saw it, not it, him. Wrinkled, blood-covered, tiny, little still beautiful. My son. I was too tired to move, I lay on my bed, hearing him cry. I know this is the first and last time I am going to smile when he cries.

After cleaning him and me up, Cynthia brought my baby boy near me, wrapped in a white, clean baby towel. The hospital had its own policy, to bring the child only during feeding time to ensure proper rest to the mother. I was glad how sweetly it was nuzzled in my arms and how comfortable I was in this position holding him.

He was wrapped up, with only his face visible. But I could still point out his similarities with his father, same raven and messy hair, same skin tone, same soothing aura around him, the same nose which I loved, and the same 'Z' shaped patterns on his cheek. He had just inherited my sapphire colour eyes. I couldn't help but smile on seeing him.

"Your son his cute," Cynthia said, bringing me a glass of juice. She took the sleeping baby, my Alex and placed him on a nearby cradle. I smiled when she put him softly down.

"He is," I smiled proudly. Afterall half of his genes were my product too.

"Whom does he resemble?" She asked happily. I guess it was abnormal as no one was with me.

I thought for a moment. I was too ecstatic to think about Ash anyway. "His father."

"So are you working?" She inquired.

"I used to, now I am not."

"And his father?"

How do I answer that? Alex's father doesn't even know I am here. He was not ready to accept the child, same goes for my mother. But I wanted. That's the reason I gave up my education, my dreams, my career, just to have this gift. My Alex.

"I really don't know." I hope she understands.

I guess she understood so didn't ask anything on this matter. She said before leaving,"It is not easy to raise a child alone. I was 19 when I gave birth to my baby girl, she is 21 now, and stays in Hoenn, so I am often left alone. So I donot mind the night shifts. I hope you know what you are going to do." She stopped before going out,"Do you need company? I have night shift today."

I nod. At this moment I am just to happy to have my child with me. And having someone near me filled me with confidence as well as strength.

She sat beside me and told me sleep. I closed my eyes, today's events flashed before my eyes. She was nineteen when she had her first kid.

And what I didn't tell her was that I am nineteen too.

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That's the prologue!

This idea came to my head when I was reading 'Unconditional Love,' by 3rookie. You can say I borrowed her idea but I assure you, the storyline is different. She never completed her story, so I don't know what she had actually planned but I have not stolen her idea! I just took inspiration from it. I believe her and my story will be completely different. Read hers then mine if u want!

This will be a multi chaptered story and pearlshipping of course, but Ash will enter in later, and by that I mean very very later chapters. Though he will be present, not physically rather through Dawn's thought.

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