Teenage Drama

Touched Teenager Trauma

The day finally arrived, the day of the alpha and omega, the beginning of my uninterrupted youth and the end of my innocence. Waving my freedom under my nose, the doctor went through the preliminaries, I would have liked to reconsider applying myself to another option but I remained perfectly stable with my decision.

The steel gates closed around me with an air of finality encaging my dreams within the sin about to be committed. Trekking to the door of doom with wobbling knees and butterflies in stomach, I studied the reality of the situation. Sixteen years in the world could never have prepared me for this. Never had I thought it could happen to me, I was in love, I was mature and responsible and I had a wonderful and cautious lover but now I realise I was wrong, dead wrong. All through the nations I see, I hear and know of teenage pregnancies and the life-draining operations but never believing I would come to be one of the statistics.

Leading the way, the doctor instructed me to remove my clothes and replace them with the presented gown, to relax and lay on the table. The icy shivers from the cold table running down my spine expanded to my mind, body and soul as I laid waiting. Waiting on that cold, dreaded accessory to murder the doctor asked with genuine concern in his voice "Are you sure?" and he received the same answer as the countless times before "Yes".

The immense pain shot into me like a poisoned arrow specifically aimed and destined to pierce my heart, destined to take a life. Flowing like a scorching river the pain coursed through my veins increasing the pressure all wrapped up inside me. A monstrous cry finally emerged with my stomach uneasy it came like a rush of lava out of a volcano covering my trembling body.

Stripped of all dignity and pride, I crawled like the cold-blooded creature I was from the doctor's office with the murderous guilt eating at my heart and soul. The guilt yanking at the hate within me was overpowering my weakened body causing me to truly hate myself and what I just became. 

Darkness surrounds me now, dragging me into its world with the hands of sickness and overwhelming thoughts of death, knowing that I had just made a mistake that will haunt me for the rest of my life.

On my way home everything was a blur, there was nothing more of the world I could see as I rode in the back of the taxi. Nothing seemed important now. I knew as soon as I stepped through the door I would have to face them. Facing the ones who made me hand my soul over to the devil, it is because of them I went through this torture. My parents would never understand what anguish they made me suffer, never understand the constant nightmares to follow and they would never understand me.

As I stepped through the door, the scene I saw finished the job of my breaking heart. The two people at the center of my blame, sitting in the confines of the living room holding each other with the grief plainly etched on their faces. Reality knocked the breath out of me, they were feeling my pain. The pain of their baby, me, the one they raised and cared for. The one they tried so hard to protect and shelter from any pain. The one they invested all their time and life savings to send to college. I had let them down, disappointed them, and ripped their hearts out as mine was.

I stepped gingerly passed them trying to avoid the inevitable heart-wrenching scene to occur. "Sherry", a faint and trembling voice called out to me, it was my mother she had seen me. All the thoughts started rushing in as I slowly turned and moved towards her. Seeing her face laced with so much concern and love, I bit my lips trying to hold back the tears I knew were coming. As she outstretched her arms to me she said "We love you" and sobbing uncontrollably I ran to them, to be embraced within the comforting arms of the two persons who truly cared. I knew this experience would never leave me, never be erased from my memory but with each day I knew with the love and support of my parents the burden of its knowledge will be easier to bear.