UNPROTECTED GOD YOUR PREGNANT

Jason and Mike swear she has had at least a couple abortions. In fact she has had three. One was self-inflicted. She stood in her room naked, in front of her mirror. Her was mom downstairs, yelling at her brother to turn down the music. She had Eminem playing over her stereo. He rapped. “What is life? Life is like a big obstacle. In front of you trying to slow you down, and when you think you’ve gotten past it’s going to come back around attacking you to the dang ground…” and she struck her stomach. She cringed enduring the pain. She bent over in half with her eyes wide shut. Eminem went on, “What are friends? Friends are people you think are your friends but they’re really your enemies with secret identities, in disguises to hide their true colors. And when you think they are close enough to be brothers they come back and cut your throat when you aren’t looking.” She struck her stomach again, this time even harder than before. Tears ran down her face, as she kneeled on the ground. She looked in to the mirror. She was a mess. Dirty bastard you said you loved me, Christen thought. It’s funny how when you are doing something you like it’s all right. You like it. You choose to do it, but as soon as you get hurt from it, it’s the other person’s fault. They forced you to have sex with them.

But they didn’t
You wanted sex.
You had sex.
You were happy. It felt good.
You’re pregnant.

“Those dirty bastards made me do it! Burn in hell bastards!” she cried to her self through her tears.
Eminem went on, “what is money? Money is what makes a man act all funny. Money is the root of all evil.” The cd started skipping. “Root of all evil… evil… evil… evil.”
Christen kept kneeling, she started violently beating her stomach, one strike after another, again, and again. She hit harder and harder, not stopping. Her tears came heavier. They flowed from her eyes like rivers.

Your fault
You wanted the sex.
Never break tradition. Heaven forbid it.
You took that body shot. Savored it.
You sucked the lime, and then sucked his cock.
You know it. You were there.
You sang to the guys, “Come on and take a free ride.”
You let everyone ride the bicycle that night.

The cd kicked in again. She was still beating herself. “What is life? I’m tired of life. I’m tired of back stabbing snakes with friendly grins. I’m tired of committing so many sins. I’m tired of giving in…”

But you didn’t give in.
You like it. You wanted it.
Slut. Dirty cunt.
You gave that grin right back, with a scream.
Slut.
That’s your life you dirty cunt.
You’re pregnant. You’ll get fat. Then every body will know your life.
Slut.

Christen was still wailing at her own stomach but she was crying to hard. Her hits didn’t make contact with any force now. Her stomach was beat red. No pun intended. Some spots have already started to bruise. She reached for a bottle of ibuprofen, and dry swallowed four pills.

Unprotected, god you’re pregnant
Damn the consequences.
When you grow up you will be stable.
A stable slut
You’ll grow up and work that corner.
No longer a slut, but a whore
Money. They’ll pay you money.
You’ll turn into a professional slut.
They always say to keep a job do what you love.
Cunt.

Christen stood up and looked at the ground, she couldn’t bear what she would look like in the mirror. She looked like a little crack whore. Her hair was a mess. Her stomach beaten and bruised, and her eyes bloodshot, she was a complete mess. Slowly she made her way in to the bathroom connected to her room and turned on the hot water, and shut the door.

- posted by Jason @ 8:12 AM

 
Your Inner Being
Flesh. Flesh, an outer mask to cover your inner soul. It puts on a smile in the mists of your sorrow. It pulls you through, keeps you trucking. Flesh, your mask, buys you time to deal with life. It lets you sort out the pain, and patch holes. Your flesh. Your mask.

Your eyes are the highway to your inner soul and the gateway to your self. They can’t lie. They can’t put that smile on your face to get you by. When the pain flows freely through your life, they cry. They cry out for help. They long for the comfort of a loved one. A loved one, the only one, who is allowed to look beyond the mask and deep into the emotions, held with in your eyes. Your mask may be able to plaster a smile on your face, but it can’t hide the pain felt through your eyes.

The highway into your pool of emotions doesn’t lie, and it shows your need for affection. It shows your genuine joy. People may not see in to your eyes, they might not get past your mask, but they know when a smile is just a smile. Your eyes show your joy. When you are genuinely happy, yours eyes show your joy, they brighten up, and show it. They shine. That is when the highway opens up to everyone, and they get a glimpse into your real self. That glow allows that special someone to get to know you. It will spark their interest. It will allow someone to fall for you.

- posted by Jason @ 8:05 AM