Just One Night
Chapter 6: Abortion: right or wrong?
Abortion
I want an abortion
I'm so sure I do
But I'm not sure
That's the thoughts that entered my head. As I ran home, with tears streaming down my face. All I knew was that this thing was absolutely driving me crazy, and it wasn't even born yet.
I knew that abortions were right for people, people who didn't want their baby, who couldn't see things working out for the baby. Who knew they couldn't give the baby the best in life that it needed. In all honestly I knew that if I had a baby, I probably would be able to manage it. I mean I have a huge family, a great network of friends. And I had Bart, who WANTED to be involved, he told me. But how long he'd want to be involved for I honestly didn't know.
But of course the feeling of wanting this baby gone was still there, larger than life. And I knew that if I wanted an abortion, all I'd have to do was say the words. And mom & Watson would help me. So how come I knew I wouldn't be able to say those 4 simple words. I want an abortion.
Because they weren't just 4 simple words. This decision would change my whole life around. If I had an abortion all I would probably ever think about is what could have been. What would she look like?
What would he look like? Would it have my eyes? Or Bart's.
I kept thinking quite hard about all them thoughts. And soon enough, exhausted, I arrived home. My heart sunk when I saw Charlie's junk bucket in the drive. I had hoped that no one would be in. That I could lay in my room and think. Without being interrupted. I guess that was out the window.
As I got nearer the front door, I heard commotion from the back garden. I cold hear Charlie and a few friends messing about with a ball.
Great I thought my mood brightening a bit; I let myself in with a key. And without taking my shoes off, Ran up the stairs. I lay on my bed and thought. And suddenly I realised lying on my bed was too risky, anyone could come up and I would get caught. I knew I wouldn't get into too much trouble, but I didn't want to talk about what was going on through my head. I decided to lie under my bed. It wasn't too nice, but it would do. Feeling tired I crawled under my bed. My back against the pink carpet. And soon my eyes felt heavier… and heavier…
'Mom, Emily had two cookies, I've only had one'
'Watson, honey, phone!'
'Hey mom, have you seen my glove?'
I woke up to the sounds of everyone at home.
I was a good sleeper, but I was surprised that I had slept that long. And rolled over, Until I was able to get up. My back ached like anything.
I'd never sleep under my bed again, I decided as I rubbed it
Then I realised in a panic, What if the school had phoned and mom & Watson knew I'd been at home all day. I felt sick to my stomach. Watson had just started going back to work in his proper office in Stamford. He'd been doing 3 days a week. And then 2 days at home.
What if Nanny had seen me under the bed?
But that, I guess wasn't my biggest worry. Because I was about to tell my parents something serious.
Not about skipping school.
About the future of my unborn baby.
Review! Sorry this isn't so long but ha I haven't told you what she decided to do, have I !