Railroad Dream

Dahlia wasn’t expecting much. She already lived at the hospital, she wasn’t going to be cured all of a sudden.

Maybe they’d just move up her death date.

No. Dahlia wasn’t going to think like that! Her and her doctors forbid it. She tried to think of something else. Her newest artwork.

It was a pretty bad copy. It was a sketch of her or more like better version of her living this fantasy dream. Boyfriend, tons of friends. So technically she drew a girl with a beautiful smile, tons of hair let down, with a gorgeous, blooming flower behind her.

Then there was another girl. A version more like Dahlia. It a was a picture of a girl sitting sadly, frowning sadly, and tears running down her cheeks. Behind her was a dying flower that barely blossomed.

“Miss Masami and Mr. Masami.” Doctor walked in. Dahlia sat her drawing utensils down and listened. “I’m sorry to inform, but there is no change. The cancer isn’t spreading, but it’s not any better.”

Dahlia stopped listening after that. She looked back at her drawing at continued it, sad and angry.

Ana

Ana stared at the plus sign in her hand. This couldn’t be happening, she used protection. Right?

A tear slipped down her rosy cheeks as she grabbed an empty shoe box from her closet, and put the test in there. She hid the box in her closet hoping her parents never find it.

Ana grabed her laptop from her desk, and started frantically searching for options.

Keeping the baby didn’t seem like a good idea. It would throw her whole off. She would have to miss out on parties, cheerleading, school. She would be staying up all night with a crying baby, and changing dirty diapers.

Adoption was another choice. After only a little bit she eliminated that option. She wasn’t going to get fat, and carry a living being in her for 9 months just to give it to strangers.

Abortion was a better choice. She didn’t want to, but she knew she wasn’t ready to be a mom. She just had to go through with it. Most of her brain decided against her choice, while the little bit that had was showing her what would happen if she kept it.

What the hell was she going to do?

Carter

After weeks of training and hard work he finally did it, he placed first for the fitness test, and was voted ‘best player’ on his football team. But that wasn’t going through his mind right now. All he could think about was his dad and his dad’s friends outside his room getting drunk and high ready to pounce on him as soon as he stepped out.

His dad was hands down the worst parent. From a young age Carter as only seem his father be nice to him twice. Once we he was in the hospital after his threw a beer bottle at his head. And when he was in the principals office because they started noticing the bruises and cuts on him.

Besides those times his father has been nothing, but an asshole to him, and to everyone else. When he was little he used to write letters to his mom. He would explain how Dad burnt him with a cigarette or smacked five more times. After a while he realized he didn’t want his mom. She abandoned him, with his abusive father. She left him with a monster, it would have been better to leave him on a doorstep.

He never told anyone, except for one person about what happens at home. As far as anyone knows He lives in a mansion at the end of town, with his loving mother and successful father who love him deeply.

He told so many people he would believe it himself some days. When he got home all the fantasy of a loving family popped as he was ordered to get his father another beer.