5:45 A.M. Tuesday January 4, 2000. An expecting mother comes rushing into the emergency room, blood covering her best dress, her long curly brown hair was disheveled, sweat beads trail down her forehead and race to the nape of her neck.
"OH GOD HELP ME!" The woman screamed out, her husband screaming at her to shut the fuck up, while hitting her repeatedly. "I NEVER WANTED THIS CHILD!!" She spewed these poisonous wordw out of her mouth faster than a bolt of lightning.
The man raised his hand again to strike once more but a nurse rushes out with a gurney, ready to deliever the child. The man drug out of the hospital kicking and screaming. The woman screamed louder and louder, and a babies muffled cry could be heard. As they entered the room the baby had already been delievered, but there was a problem. The umbilical cord was wrapped twice around the neck.
The doctor worked fast and was barely able to save her. They washed her, clothed her, and gave her a check up. Another big thing was wrong. Her eyes refused to open. They massaged them, put medicine on them, and even used a needle to poke around and try to force them open. Finally after 3 hours or pure torture, the babys eyes were open, and boy were they beautiful. She has the bluest eyes that anyone could ever imagine.
When they took the baby to the mother, she refused to hold her, and the even smacked the baby away. "I don't want her. Shes not mine." But eventually they got her to hold the baby and even take her home. But the peace didn't last long, for the father was awaiting their arrival, and he was pissed. Sitting in a chair he growled deeply and coughed, clearing his throat."You kept that worthless piece of skin?" He yelled, alcohol coated his breath, like ice on a treelimb. He jumped up and grabbed her by her throat, the mother dropped her child and tried to pry his hands off, crying. "Y-y-you...impregnated.... Me....fucker!" She choked out.
He let go and went over to their baby, picking it up, smaking it, and shaking it harshly, almost snapping her neck. He then proceeded to drop her, went over to the mother, kicked her 20 times over, and then left. Never to be seen again.
After a moment of crying, the mother went over to her child, and held her close. The first few days were the best days of her life. The easiest times. But as soon as she hit home, everything turned to shit, and stayed shit. Her mother soon turned sour, the love she once held dearly, was shattered.
She soon stopped taking care of her baby. She would beat her until she would stop crying, forced medicine down her throat, and even began to take her words out onto her. Spitting these vile words into the face of a cherubic 2 month old child. The health of the child deteriorated and people around her noticed. The bruses, cuts, and even the eerie silence of the child worried random people. And soon, CPS came to see her mother, immediately taking the child into their care and into a adoption home, where soon, a young girl walks in with her new husband, adopting her on the spot.
But this was nothing good, for this childs story has only begun.
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Teen FictionAn abandoned child. A lonely soul. Blind, abused, and abandoned. But there's one light. Painting. Is there still hope for me?