Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31073921-20170204180253

The night was damp and musty with dark clouds looming above, and it was as if the whole town was just dipped in sorrow. The day itself was dreary, but the night was almost as if time had frozen. The streets were dimly lit by the sputtering street lamps, and by the time of 11:20 P.M. the town seemed ready to get this miserable day over with. In an alleyway, a woman collapsed in distress, and a man that was walking by had rushed over to help. The woman was 9 months pregnant, and had met the father the night she got pregnant, 9 months ago. When he had learned that she was pregnant, he had left her and was off at a party, drunk and fucking another woman. The man that had found the woman wasn’t a doctor but could tell that the baby was big. He said sadly that only one of them could survive, the baby or the woman. The woman paused and made her decision, handing the man an old jack knife she kept for protection.



The man nodded grimly, and bent over, making a quick incision across her belly, trying to cause as little pain as possible. The woman winced and screamed as the man dug into her belly, emerging with the newborn child. He cut the umbilical cord, and handed the mother her baby. In her fleeting moments she held her young close to her chest. With a shaking voice the woman whispered something into the baby’s ear, “I’m Sorry.” and rested the baby on her chest. The woman lay there, and slid into darkness. The man stood there for a minute, then called the police to report the incident, but left quickly not wanting to be involved. After a few steps away, he turned to the sound of crying, and immediately knew he couldn’t leave the baby there alone, so he ripped some of his clothing off and wrapped the baby in it, as it sobbed. He ran to the orphanage, as it started to rain, placing the baby on its doorstep and ringing the bell. The rain hammered down as a man answered the door, seeing the hollering baby and looking around for its deliverer, but seeing no one. He quickly shut the door. The night seemed like it dragged on as the man went to his house feeling empty inside, knowing that there was no way to fill that emptiness. When the police arrived, they found the woman dead, and gave a small investigation, giving up quickly. I do not know how I know this, but I do know that night I was birthed into this world, and I have not since found my father, my mother’s grave, or the man that helped my mother deliver me.



-Quick side note from author-

I did spend time on this and I'm very proud of it. I hope you enjoyed, and thank you for reading.  