Lita was in her early twenties, round chubby cheeks, petite and fair skinned, she sat in her small cramped room in a dark corner behind a rusty bed. Tears of despair is falling down her cheeks, her clothes crumpled in a mess as it clings loosely to her young bruised body while blood gushed through her slender thighs. She didn’t know Ted would turn out to be a fierce monster, it was wrong of her to trust him, her boyfriend the son of a wealthy family whom she adored blindly for three years, a laid back person who had no plans and hopes for the future, savagely raped her together with his two friends. She clutched her heaving chest, as memories of her lover’s face and his six feet bulging muscular body, attacked and forced its way into her five feet, slender and fragile, chaste body. She hit her head repeatedly with her closed fist as she struggled to silent her mind and pushed all the vicious scenes away, but her soul screamed so loud that it could raise all the fallen angels from hell, she hugs herself as she rocks back and forth like a child while every veins and muscle in her shakes in agony.
It has been a month since that incident and she felt all the symptoms of a pregnant woman, she didn’t have the courage to file a complaint against her aggressor for she feared that justice will not side with her, for she was a poor girl whose was lucky enough to be granted a scholarship so she barely had enough to sustain her everyday needs. Both of her parents were farmers, she has two siblings and both are in their toddler years. She knew the price of justice in her country, she didn’t want to risk the humiliation and strife the trial may bring and add sufferings to her poverty stricken family. So she decided to keep her mouth shut and suffer in silence. She simply told herself “I don’t need justice; I just need to get rid of this baby and pretend nothing happened, right Lita?” she told herself softly as she walks slowly to ride a jeepney to an abortion clinic somewhere in the city.
On her way to the clinic Lita saw an orphanage, as she tried to turn the curve, it was as if her entire body was being pulled in the direction of the orphanage, suddenly something in her, a voice that told her deep inside “Don’t kill your baby, give it up for adoption, a couple will be more than happy to have the baby.” Lita thought she was going crazy because she was starting to hear voices in her head, so she pounded her skull like she usually does and started to walk slowly with hands shaking towards the clinic.
Lita took the first step towards the entrance, she saw a woman in a stretcher covered with blood, her half body was covered with a blanket, her legs spread lifelessly away from each other, her face was as white as the sheet on her lifeless chest.
Doctors were all shouting at each other “Revive her, revive her!” as they wheeled her away to another room, then on a corner Lita saw a man standing still hardly breathing, his eyes were gazing upon the lifeless woman on the stretcher, his young and sophisticated face was filled with guilt and terror.
Suddenly a gust of wind slapped Lita back to reality, how long has she been standing at the entrance of the clinic, she doesn’t really know. It seems time stood still as she witnessed all those terrifying scenes. She couldn’t move her legs any further, her body refused to enter the forsaken abortion clinic, so she turned around fiercely running towards the busy street, away from the horrible filthy smell of the cursed building.
Tears violently ran down Lita’s face as she walked down the curve, like a mad woman, choking between sobs as a large wave of emotions drowns her senses, she whispered to herself “I’m sorry baby but I have no means to raise you, I really don’t....want... to kill you, but every day I would have to relive the horror in my mind, and I have nothing more to give you....” she felt her knees give in on her, she slowly dropped on the sidewalk with both knees on the ground.
Then suddenly she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder and a consoling voice above her “My daughter are you alright?”. Slowly Lita raised her head to see who it was, it belonged to a woman whose smile was like an angel, she was wearing a habit and a cross on her chest, Lita found herself kneeling in front of the orphanage gate.
soon to be posted....
