My Dark Paradise

Chapter 6 - " No Longer Young And Beautiful "

Something is wrong with me, I wake up and I feel ill and I've put on 10 pounds. Alexis thinks I might be really sick so I'm going to the hospital to get a check up and find out what's wrong with me. We head to Manhattan to the Brushwood Hospital and go to the doctors ward.

After waiting 4 hours for a doctor he brings me in and instantly asks " When's the baby due ", I was offended by his remark, and simply responded " I'm not pregnant ". He apologises and sits me down. He starts the check up by taking my temperature, checking my heart rate and my blood pressure, and then he he checks my throat, but he can't find anything. He asks about my symptoms and asks to produce a urine sample.

After pissing in a glass, I return and he puts it in a machine. It was a pregnancy machine, he said it was unclear so he prescribes me to an ultrasound clinic, for the next day. I'm so worried that I may be pregnant, I don't even know who's it is... Oh God...

It's they day of the ultrasound and I step into the room. A large busted woman walks in with a cheerful tinge to her voice which makes me a bit uncomfortable. She asks if I've eaten in the past 12 hours, I hadn't so I could have it then. She put this icy cold gel onto my tummy and rubbed the scanner on it. It took a while but then she found it. My step-fathers baby. It's a boy she says cheerfully but I just burst into tears. I don't know what to do with this child, I don't want it, but I can't get rid of it. I have a mothers duty to uphold , but I'm not fit to raise a child, if my mother couldn't do it, maybe I can't. I can't keep it, for its sake. But abortion is so dark...

A week passes and I still don't know what to do.

People are telling me to kill it, but I can't. I think I'm gonna give birth then give him away to a family that wants him. Maybe a couple of gay guys, they really seem into the whole adopting thing. I've been looking online for people who are interested. Alexis wanted to put up flyers, I just slapped and told her she was fucked in the head.

8 MONTHS LATER

PUSH, PUSH, PUSH!!! I want to slap the midwife. She continues to tell me to push, even though this baby is crawling out my vagina like animal. She continues to tell me to make myself tear apart because of the little fucker inside of me. Alexis, reading my thoughts, slaps the midwife for me. I simply wink at her in gratitude, she winks back. She holds my hand and I squeeze it with dear life. I'm pushing it out and the midwife pushes it back in. I scream " WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?" Turns out that the baby was literally tearing me in half and she had to cut me a larger one. At first I wanted to kick her. But she wasn't lying. She cut my vagina. It hurt. I hate this bitch.

After 3 hours of giving birth to this mongrel and arguing with the bitch midwife. The little shit was out and Alexis cut the cord separating me from it. Out of spite, I kick the midwife anyway and get Alexis in for a hug. It's over. I Look down at my stomach, covered in stretch marks. It looks disgusting. I can't handle this anymore.

I gave the baby to a nice gay couple, they were really excited, I won't tell them that it was my step fathers. I need to get rid of it. I feel depressed, I feel anxious. Is my baby okay? But then I think, it's with a gay couple, it fine. I have to go away, I can't come back to this place...