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I am sixteen years old and I think I may have made a mistake I could regret for the rest of my life. Charlie was my first boyfriend, but now, as I sit here in this old bathroom, I think- I know- he didn’t date me because he wanted to love me or get to know me better. He knew I was nave and would “put out” if he told me he loved me. Then I hear the trumpeting coming from my cell phone. My heart is filled with anxiety, and with one flip of the wrist it is filled with dread. I stand up and, panicked, I search for the rectangle box I so desperately hoped would tell me my first glance had been horribly wrong. It wasn’t. I sink back into the only corner that is not inhabited by some bathroom necessity. Through tear filled eyes I start to notice things about this bathroom I had never noticed before. I see the cracks in the white baseboard and lines in the sea foam green painted wall where the paintbrush had been so carelessly maneuvered. I notice the dead hair that litters the floor. I pick up a small silver bead that had found a hiding spot on the edge of my dirty white carpet. It had survived from the time I broke a necklace when Charlie had left me. He wasn’t going to have a girlfriend who missed her period. I pull myself up using the bathroom sink- it’s not but a few inches to anything from where I sat. I ran the cold water to splash on my face to wake up. But I’m not dreaming. I look up. I see me. I see a teenage mother. A whore to the school kids, a rebellious teenager to the counselors, and another one to the nurses. I trace the dark bruises under my eyes already defying my young face. Pulling my cell phone from my jeans pocket, and I realize I can call two numbers. One being the abortion clinic; like the necklace, I am broken. The other being my dearest friend, Zachary; he’ll never turn his back on me. With his help, maybe-just maybe- I can survive through this and be the small silver bead on the edge of the world. With two choices and one chance, I dialed the phone….
One Silver Bead
So I Thought by Flyleaf
kufleen added this comment 2008-05-23 15:14:36-05:00
This is amazingly good! A heartbreaking story too often true with no one to help most people in that situation
maryabbie added this comment 2008-05-22 17:31:16-05:00
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kufleen added this comment 2008-05-23 15:14:36-05:00
This is amazingly good! A heartbreaking story too often true with no one to help most people in that situation
maryabbie added this comment 2008-05-22 17:31:16-05:00
http://maryabbie.deviantart.com/art/One-Silver-Bead-Manip-86408078 Check it for cred.