Overwhelming of the heart.
By Iamber.
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My hands run down, and over the little bump that is now taking form of my stomach. My heart overwhelms with this strong ease of love I’ve never quite felt before, a love so strong my heart aches with longing and disbelief. How could they think of this as awful? To think of giving another life, a chance to live, awful? How could they possibly except for me to kill it, or to even give it up? This little bump is now a part of me, a part of who I’ am. I won’t kill it, or give it up. I simply refuse.
They all look down on me, some with pity, some with self disgust, and some with disbelief. I know what their thinking, but I keep my head held high despite it all. They all think the worse of me and they have yet to know me. Not taking the time to understand me, to know me, only to criticize, label and to judge me for what lies under my shirt.
I wish, wish they take a walk in my shoes, and then maybe they'd understand. Understand that it was one night of weakness, a night they just felt right. I don't regret it, not at all, for this thing that lies under my shirt is not a mistake like they all think, but a miracle. A miracle that shall and will change my life, for better or for worst. Not only has this little miracle that lies under my shirt, in my belly, changed my life, but me, as a person.
"Abigail, your barely seventeen." Mom says. "You have the rest of your life ahead of you, do you understand that?"
Among all the other people, my mother is also another who looks down on me, never taking the time to listen, only to judge.
“Yes, mom. I understand.” I say. "But do you?"
And I do understand, but she doesn't. She never has, and she probably never will.
"Are you going to keep it?" Hartley asks, running his hand down and over my stomach.
I stare into his green eyes, and reply with a simple "Yes."
he nods at this, like he knew the answer all along.
And in a way I guess he did, just as I did. I knew from the start I wasn't going to kill or give our little miracle up. What right do I have to play God? To not give this baby inside of me a chance to live? None, none once so ever because everyone, everyone deserves a chance at life, to live, love, to hurt, to grow.
THE END!
-No, I'm not prego. However this was a quick and simple topice I wrote about.
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A nice story. I would echo
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Hi Iamber, I know what you
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