BECOMING 18

Part 2

On a faithful Sunday, during a little family time. My mum noticed my mood and she could tell I wasn't feeling alright. That night when I was about sleeping, she came to my room and tried having a conversation with me.

I told her I was fine and she should leave me to sleep. The following day after school, I met Simon and we discussed our plight.

Well, no other Solution he said. We have to get rid of this. Two days later he came with some peals and asked me to take them.

This was when I had my first abortion. Unknowingly for me, I still have the worst problem inside me. Simon much older than me at 23 already had a disease that I knew not of. Hmm, what have I gotten myself into?

9 month came and the countdown to my 18th birthday began. My sickness began and I couldn't attend classes anymore. It's 3 months to my 18th birthday, 5 months to complete my Abitur 'High School' and my problems are just beginning. I am Cleopatra, 17 years and 9-month-old and this is my story.

At first, my parents didn't notice I wasn't attending classes because they were hardly home. But on a fateful day, my mum storm the house so early around 8 am after her already leaving for work early on around 5 am. She finds me in my bed, suffering and eating up pains.

Cleo!!! What is wrong with you was her first question, I couldn't answer, I just lie there, face buried in my pillow.

She moves close to me to turn me over. Touching me, she found out I was having the highest degree of temperature. She stood up and the next thing I could remember was finding myself in the hospital bed receiving treatment. I have been diagnosed with 'STD' and my womb had been damaged, due to the abortion I had. My mum was Mad, I could feel the tension in the room and imagine how much disappointed she must have been. Two weeks later, I was discharged and free to go home. My infections remain with me, painful part of it all, with all my weeks of stay in the hospital, Simon never checked on me. He had left me to suffer alone. Not even a call from him, right there at the hospital I made my decision. Getting home, it was time for discussion. My parents started probing me, 'who did this to you? Why did you decide to waste your life? I couldn't answer; the only question on my mind was 'why would Simon do this to me'

3 month came and it was my birthday, May 20th. 2 weeks before, my mum had already asked me if I would like to celebrate and I said No. I mean what is there to celebrate, a messed up life or a broken heart. No more Simon, the fact is I don't really want to see him again. One extra year in school and a pain in the heart. Do I really have to blame anyone for my plight, what is really special about being 18, the answer is absolutely nothing. It's just a normal birthday and I have learned freedom is not only being free from parents or being able to do what I wanted. Freedom is being free from Ego and being free from all life pressures.

I am Cleopatra, now waiting for that person that can heal the pain in my heart and this is my Becoming 18 story.