Narrative Essay On Abortion
She thought about it a lot, even almost a year after she had Landon. She’d look at his white milky skin, smooth like pudding or a snail’s slippery body, his blue eyes that gaped open at everything, a nearly invisible spider web dangling above her head, the red blinking light on the fire alarm in his bedroom, and she’d think about how she hadn't wanted this child. No matter how small and precious he had become. She had wished and prayed the fetus away. Most haunting, though, were her steps away from an abortion. This was the memory she had, looking at her blue-eyed child most mornings.
When her period was three weeks late, she left work early, bought a three-dollar pregnancy test at the local pharmacy and tried disguising herself as she stood before the cashier, a black baggy sweatshirt hanging over her still thin body, the fluffy hood up around her head. Lindsay knew she looked pale too, her skin a horrible, sickly tint. This could help, she thought, but the cashier, a …show more content…
It was almost spring. That warm weather a real pleasure after one of the coldest, but snowless winters in Pennsylvania. She couldn't see them, but could hear their squeals and her mother’s slow pronunciation of the words. Duucck, duuuuuck, duuuuuck, GOOSE! She sat on the toilet, closed her eyes, pissed on the stick, couldn't bring herself to look right away because she concentrated on the children outside. The irony they provided was distracting. Most of them were laughing, but someone was crying and she listened for her mother’s calming, chamomile voice as she tried to fix the sad one. And Lindsay didn’t even need to look then, she just knew. She knew what the test would inform her, her life and at times hopeful future falling into a pile at her feet, the remains sad segments of thick cement someone would sweep up and throw away. All she had hoped for now
When her period was three weeks late, she left work early, bought a three-dollar pregnancy test at the local pharmacy and tried disguising herself as she stood before the cashier, a black baggy sweatshirt hanging over her still thin body, the fluffy hood up around her head. Lindsay knew she looked pale too, her skin a horrible, sickly tint. This could help, she thought, but the cashier, a …show more content…
It was almost spring. That warm weather a real pleasure after one of the coldest, but snowless winters in Pennsylvania. She couldn't see them, but could hear their squeals and her mother’s slow pronunciation of the words. Duucck, duuuuuck, duuuuuck, GOOSE! She sat on the toilet, closed her eyes, pissed on the stick, couldn't bring herself to look right away because she concentrated on the children outside. The irony they provided was distracting. Most of them were laughing, but someone was crying and she listened for her mother’s calming, chamomile voice as she tried to fix the sad one. And Lindsay didn’t even need to look then, she just knew. She knew what the test would inform her, her life and at times hopeful future falling into a pile at her feet, the remains sad segments of thick cement someone would sweep up and throw away. All she had hoped for now