Random Bursts of Special

Fight- Story Deemed Inappropriate For School

A.n. Aight. Here's the game plan. This is just my opinion on abortions, and if you're 'pro-life'(?) then you're free to read this if you want, but don't leave hate comments please. But otherwise, please enjoy.

 In. Out. In.

Yelling and screaming of a crowd surging with hate messages surround the doors.

"You're killing the nation's youth!"

Out. In.

The crowd spots a car parked towards the back outside the clinic, and now the yelling is directed at Jen, the woman sitting in the driver's seat. A man screams and yells about the potential life Jen is killing.

"Put them up for adoption if you can't care for them!"

Out.

Jen pushes open the door feeling drained of confidence. She pulls her bag close to her side and walks firmly up to the clinic. She deflects the murderous looks the best a 17-year-old left to do such a difficult thing by herself can.

She pushes open the doors with a newfound dread weighing her down. She slams the door behind her, angry at the pro-lifers, angry at that boy, and especially angry at her own mother for not coming along and guiding her through this with the care that a parent should.

Especially since Jen had to drive into another state for this, considering the new law that's been passed in Alabama on abortions.

In.

"Hello, my name is Jamie and I'll be guiding you through today!" A nurse in her late twenties greets Jen kindly.

Jen nervously adjusts her bag, before casting a weary gaze to the crowd outside.

Jamie shoots a glare to the protesters outside. "Don't mind them. They have nothing better to do it seems."

Out.

Jamie takes Jen through the process of the abortion, the medications they'll be using and what to prepare for afterwards. Jamie hands Jen a bunch of flyers about treatment and self-care for the aftermath of it.

"Because you're only eight weeks in it's plenty fine to do the suction abortion. The actual abortion part will only take 5 to 10 minutes but before there's paperwork, an exam to check your levels and whatnot, then afterwards you'll need some time to recover so you can stay in the recovery room until you're ready to go."

Jen will be coming back tomorrow for the abortion of that damn man's baby.

In.

Jen stared at the flaky and pale ceiling of a motel she had found down the road. The bedside lamp flickered, and a lazy moth clung to the bulb. Jen didn't even want to go to that party, her ex-friend Evie had forced her into it.

That was the party she met him at. He seemed nice at first, a gentleman if you ever met one. He'd hold the door and lend you his coat if you mentioned it being cold. But, he was the kind of nice guy who wasn't really nice. The type with a price for his kindness.

He became too touchy. Flirtier, to the extreme where it wasn't endearing anymore. Then that happened. And when Jen told Evie about him she laughed it off and said that Jen shouldn't have put herself in that position in the first place.

Evie was quickly removed from Jen's life.

On the other hand, her mother didn't care that she was raped at all. She just wanted the baby. Until she found out Jen was getting rid of the pregnancy tissue in her uterus. Her mother threw a fit. Wouldn't have any of it. Told Jen that she either keeps the baby and stays or leaves. So, Jen left. Left her mother, left the state.

Out.

Jen watches the steam her breath creates fan out above her face. She rolls to her other side and stares at the cobwebs in the corner of the room until sleep softly encompasses her.

In.

This morning Jen parks closer to the front of the clinic, more determined than before. She swiftly strolls past the crowd of protesters, ignoring their shrieks and yells.

Jamie stands by the door looking slightly anxious. She brightens up as soon as she sees that Jen is here and confident.

Out.

Jamie sits with Jen at the little table off to the side, where Jen signs some documents. They check her vitals in a room with a nice old lady. Jen nervously adjusts her handbag strap.

"Okay, we'll just take you to the room where we remove the tissue from your body, and when you're comfortable we'll give you some medicine to put you to sleep for the process."

In.

Jen lays in the bed, then is given a mask to place over her nose and mouth.

"Just breathe normally. It's just like going to sleep for a bit."

The world hazes and blends together. Jamie's voice becomes the clunking of heavy footsteps and the colours all dance and swirl around her eyes before settling into a nice warm nothing.

Out.

One eye open. Distant music.

Jamie hums and sits close to the bedside.

Jen is in a different room.

Two eyes open. Pain in her lower back and her limbs are stiff and cold.

Jen lays comfortably in her reclined seat, her eyes in gentle slits.

Slowly she tests her toes. Gradually they give a faint wiggle.

Slowly but surely, she tests all her limbs work and tries to sit up.

Her head pulses with pain and forces her back down with a groan.

In.

Jamie smiles softly at Jen and places a cold hand on Jen's forehead pushing her hair out of her eyes.

"Shh, it's okay. You're in the recovery room. It'll be alright." Jamie soothes whilst stroking Jen's hair.

Out.

Jen bursts into tears. It won't be alright. She doesn't have a home or any support from friends or family.

In.

Jen explains to Jamie what had happened through sobs. The party. Evie. That boy. Her mother. And driving here by herself.

Jamie nods along to the story with a sad smile and lets Jen cry into her shoulder.

"You can stay at my apartment for a while. I'll help you find a job or a school to attend. It'll be okay." Jamie supplies.

Out.

It'll be okay.

A.n. WOW THAT WAS SHITTY LOLOLOL