6. This Is It
~~Sakura P.O.V~~
Yes. This was it. I was in an abortion clinic in the far north of Kyoto. Syaoran drove me.
Here he is, returning with the beverages he promised he'd come back with. Just beverages.
~~Normal P.O.V~~
Sakura sat in the white, sterile room. It was emotionless, just the way she was feeling as she sat getting ready for the grand exit of her child.
The protesting –Christian's- as they had called themselves had yelled at her a blond woman was yelling "You murdering, vicious little whore." the blond woman had yelled.
She was now four months into the pregnancy and was starting to feel emotionally attached to the child hiding in her stomach.
Blue the hateful, evil, disgusting blue.
The blue line had been the end of it for Sakura. The blue line of the pregnancy test.
That was it. She was pregnant. The test was positive.
She prayed there was an error somewhere but no in fact the several other home pregnancy tests had also proved positive much to the Japanese teen's dismay.
The blue line was the last straw for her.
This blue line was the first of life-ruining lines all seen in the same day.
She had to stop thinking about it. Maybe this would help her.
The girl sitting to a side of Sakura looked small at the age of fourteen she wouldn't give her anymore years than that.
She was indisputably beautiful. She had the face of one of those Greek goddesses in those cartoons she'd watch in class and the books she'd read at home.
The girl had a tanned complexion and eyes that seemed gold in the light and hair that was the color of mahogany that fell to her butt that she had tied up atop her head.
She seemed small but her stomach seemed to swell gently.
As if on cue to get her out of her reverie a nurse clad in white came from a seemingly hidden room behind a curtain.
"Miss Kinomoto" the woman said as Sakura stood.
The woman 'Destiny' her nametag read was very sweet looking. She had brown hair that passed her shoulders and was pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head. Her eyes were a soft almost-lilac color and a sympathetic smile was adorned on her face. The same sort of smile that people gave her when her great uncle Roger had passed on almost two years ago.
Sakura mournfully looked up at her face that seemed to say 'everything will be alright'.
"Hold my hand Syaoran." She pleaded softly. "Then you can go." She told him. "Why?" he asked simply. "This is it." Was all she said as she smiled sorrowfully outstretching her hand to meet his halfway.
She walked into the room covered by the curtain and instantaneously dropped his hand as a tear escaped his eye.
She turned around once more to see him slowly walking his way outside of the women's clinic.
~~Sakura P.O.V~~
Yes. This was it. I was in an abortion clinic in the far north of Kyoto. Syaoran drove me.
Here he is, returning with the beverages he promised he'd come back with. Just beverages.
~~Normal P.O.V~~
Sakura sat in the white, sterile room. It was emotionless, just the way she was feeling as she sat getting ready for the grand exit of her child.
The protesting –Christian's- as they had called themselves had yelled at her a blond woman was yelling "You murdering, vicious little whore." the blond woman had yelled.
She was now four months into the pregnancy and was starting to feel emotionally attached to the child hiding in her stomach.
Blue the hateful, evil, disgusting blue.
The blue line had been the end of it for Sakura. The blue line of the pregnancy test.
That was it. She was pregnant. The test was positive.
She prayed there was an error somewhere but no in fact the several other home pregnancy tests had also proved positive much to the Japanese teen's dismay.
The blue line was the last straw for her.
This blue line was the first of life-ruining lines all seen in the same day.
She had to stop thinking about it. Maybe this would help her.
The girl sitting to a side of Sakura looked small at the age of fourteen she wouldn't give her anymore years than that.
She was indisputably beautiful. She had the face of one of those Greek goddesses in those cartoons she'd watch in class and the books she'd read at home.
The girl had a tanned complexion and eyes that seemed gold in the light and hair that was the color of mahogany that fell to her butt that she had tied up atop her head.
She seemed small but her stomach seemed to swell gently.
As if on cue to get her out of her reverie a nurse clad in white came from a seemingly hidden room behind a curtain.
"Miss Kinomoto" the woman said as Sakura stood.
The woman 'Destiny' her nametag read was very sweet looking. She had brown hair that passed her shoulders and was pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head. Her eyes were a soft almost-lilac color and a sympathetic smile was adorned on her face. The same sort of smile that people gave her when her great uncle Roger had passed on almost two years ago.
Sakura mournfully looked up at her face that seemed to say 'everything will be alright'.
"Hold my hand Syaoran." She pleaded softly. "Then you can go." She told him. "Why?" he asked simply. "This is it." Was all she said as she smiled sorrowfully outstretching her hand to meet his halfway.
She walked into the room covered by the curtain and instantaneously dropped his hand as a tear escaped his eye.
She turned around once more to see him slowly walking his way outside of the women's clinic.
