Challenge 38: Quick Fic
Title: Damnit Diary
Prompt: Calendar, Silence
Bonus? Yes
Word Count: 365
Rating: PG-13
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any) Implied
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): Thoughts of Abortion
Summary: A young girl contemplates a missed cycle, and then some.
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Damnit Diary!
It’s mocking me, that damnable calendar. And yes, as I’m sure you can tell, there will be a lot of damn’s tonight. DAMN DAMN DAMN.
Every day that passes, ever notch from first to fifth to tenth laughs at me. Me, who uses a smiley face to track her days, is laughed at my an empty page.
There’s no one to talk to, no one to understand and the silence is killing me.
Adria
***
Diary,
Once again I come to you, for you are my only friend. Its been 17 days since I wrote within you last. Seventeen marks across the month of March before i dare to contemplate the meaning of it all.
And nearly twice that since a smiley face looked up at me.
No longer can i deny it, the sickness is bringing me under.
I fear to make it true, to take the test that would make my nightmares a reality, but it must be done.
Adria
***
So,
I could no longer keep this silence. Who knows how they found out, but it happened and know i need to make my decision.
Each new mark on my calendar, which has, suddenly, moved from March to April, threatened the time left to be rid of it.
Though I seem to be the only one willing to contemplate that matter. Their happiness is grating, and as much as I would love for this to be a joyous occasion, I cannot.
I wish for just one last moment of silence.
Adria
***
Diary,
His name is Jonah. 17 inches long, six pounds, seven ounces, born November 21.
I was silent until the end, hoping against hope that all will be well. Mother put a “It’s a Boy” sticker on my calendar and for once it didn’t feel mocking. It didn’t feel as though my world was at an end.
I’m a mother now, Diary, this will be the first entry for my new life. My happy faces will be rememberance of birthdays, for he and any others in my future, and not simply of relief.
My days will no longer be silence, but that doesn’t mean I will no longer need you.
Adria
Prompt: Calendar, Silence
Bonus? Yes
Word Count: 365
Rating: PG-13
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any) Implied
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): Thoughts of Abortion
Summary: A young girl contemplates a missed cycle, and then some.
Link:
Damnit Diary!
It’s mocking me, that damnable calendar. And yes, as I’m sure you can tell, there will be a lot of damn’s tonight. DAMN DAMN DAMN.
Every day that passes, ever notch from first to fifth to tenth laughs at me. Me, who uses a smiley face to track her days, is laughed at my an empty page.
There’s no one to talk to, no one to understand and the silence is killing me.
Adria
***
Diary,
Once again I come to you, for you are my only friend. Its been 17 days since I wrote within you last. Seventeen marks across the month of March before i dare to contemplate the meaning of it all.
And nearly twice that since a smiley face looked up at me.
No longer can i deny it, the sickness is bringing me under.
I fear to make it true, to take the test that would make my nightmares a reality, but it must be done.
Adria
***
So,
I could no longer keep this silence. Who knows how they found out, but it happened and know i need to make my decision.
Each new mark on my calendar, which has, suddenly, moved from March to April, threatened the time left to be rid of it.
Though I seem to be the only one willing to contemplate that matter. Their happiness is grating, and as much as I would love for this to be a joyous occasion, I cannot.
I wish for just one last moment of silence.
Adria
***
Diary,
His name is Jonah. 17 inches long, six pounds, seven ounces, born November 21.
I was silent until the end, hoping against hope that all will be well. Mother put a “It’s a Boy” sticker on my calendar and for once it didn’t feel mocking. It didn’t feel as though my world was at an end.
I’m a mother now, Diary, this will be the first entry for my new life. My happy faces will be rememberance of birthdays, for he and any others in my future, and not simply of relief.
My days will no longer be silence, but that doesn’t mean I will no longer need you.
Adria