Personal Narrative: Belonging Creative Writing
Belonging Creative Writing
Another contraction wracked my body, with a gush of liquid following. The unbearable pain I was experiencing and the urge to push grew stronger! As I was pulled onto the hospital bed the pain was excruciating and the paramedics rushed me into a delivery room.
“Rosie, it’s time to push. When the next contraction hits, you are going to have to make the most of it,” the doctor informed me but all I could do was nod.
“One’s coming!” I screamed as the pain surged through my body. I found myself pushing so hard that I saw stars, and within moments another contraction came, sending a shooting pain through my body. I felt something shift and I urgently wanted to push again, she was moving down.
“Hold it Rosie, wait …show more content…
for the next contraction,” the doctor warned me.
“I need to push, she’s here!” so I started to push.
And I pushed!
And pushed!
Until I felt something slip!
“Just wait, don’t push for a moment, we have the head,” confirmed the doctor. I couldn’t wait to meet my baby girl.
“Ok, let’s give it one last push and she will be out.” Finally, I thought, after nine months of pregnancy and the rapid weight gain, which made me look like an elephant, I was about to meet my daughter. With one last push I gave it my all I had done it!
“She’s a beautiful baby girl.” Complimented the doctor.
As I finally held my baby girl in my arms I was brought back to that night nine months ago, the one that had changed my life forever.
“Do you want a lift home with me Rosie?” questioned Maria as we left work together.
I knew my house was just around the corner and she would be putting herself out to get me home so I shook my head and started off. Rounding the corner I ran into a guy I knew from school, Jerrod was nice and in the year above me.
“Hey, how are you?” he asked as he fell into place beside me.
“Yeah good thanks, what are you doing out this late?” I responded just wanting to get home and not in the mood to talk.
“Not much, I was just taking a late night walk for some fresh air after studying, and I’m assuming you just finished work.” Yep he got that one right, I suppose I would have wanted a walk in the crisp night air if I had been studying for my High School Certificate exams, they seemed intense. After a few moments I was almost home and wanted to ditch him and go inside.
“Well this is me then, I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” I tried to politely leave the conversation.
“Ok well nice talking. Oh and Rosie, are your parents home because there are no cars in the driveway?”
“I guess they aren’t here, they said they may be late home after work. Bye,” I started to head inside when I felt as if I wasn’t alone. Turning around I realised that Jerrod was behind me. I wasn’t sure what I was meant to do or say.
“Jerrod, what are you doing?” I stated plainly hoping he would get the message to leave.
“Obviously coming in, what did you think I was doing?” he sneered, looking happy with himself.
“No, you’re not! I’m going to bed and my parents aren’t here!” Panic began somewhere deep within my soul, my body erupted with an uncontrollable shake. He wasn’t going to… was
he?
Within a moment he was beside me, touching me, undressing me. I frantically pushed him and tried to get him off me but it was no use, he was stronger than me. I hated this sickening feeling of him forcing himself on me and I screamed at him to stop but he just laughed at me and lifted me up, carrying me to my room. I kicked and carried on trying desperately to break free, but my attempts were pointless. I just closed my eyes and hoped that he was stopped; I tried to block it out. He placed me onto my neatly made bed, taking off my remaining clothes while removing his. I tried to make a run for it while he was taking off his shirt but he grabbed me again and tied me to my bed with rope from my camping gear. I started to cry in earnest hoping and praying that mum or dad would come home and came to say hello as they always did. He was undressed now and forcing himself on me. Fortunately I blanked out and when I came to my senses he was gone, I felt utter defeat. In that moment I had lost the one thing that I was holding onto with no way of getting it back. I was fragile and timid not knowing how to deal with what had just taken place in my room. A ripping feeling churned at my stomach leaving me sensitivity sick. I felt violated; my room was now a prison. I had to get out; a dark cloud now haunted me. It was as if the world had stopped moving, everything was dead. Mum and dad were not home yet and I was making my mind blot out the haunting images, trying to not feel what had just happened. I was shocked, confused and in pain not knowing how I had suddenly gone from a sweet innocent seventeen year old to defiled and molested in the space of thirty minutes. My tears kept coming. I cried myself to sleep on the couch because my room was a nightmare I wished to forget.
When I woke in the morning I felt sore and embarrassed, not wanting to go to school or do anything. We were not doing too much work at school currently so I decided I would stay home and recover from the horror of last night. I stayed on the couch for the next few days only getting up to go to the toilet and eat every now and then. I couldn’t face anyone, not even mum or dad, how could I? I felt like I wouldn’t be accepted by anyone if they knew and how could I trust anyone with this? So I just bottled it up. Mum tried to encourage me to get up and talk but I knew she wouldn’t understand.
A week had gone by, my period hadn’t come and it was over due. Scuffing my feet on the way to the chemist I went to get a pregnancy test, I didn’t want to ask for help, it was too embarrassing. When I finally found one I quickly bought it and left.
I raced home knowing mum and dad were out, ripped open the packet and read the instructions. I followed them.
Then waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Time had decided to freeze.
Finally, I peered at the stick… two pink lines upended my world.
I waited twelve weeks before deciding to face my parents. I was far enough along that chances of miscarriage had passed so I got them in the lounge room to tell them the news.
“Mum and Dad I have to tell you something but first I want you to listen till I finish, please.” I started knowing once it was out I wouldn’t get another word in. “I recently found out that I’m pregnant and I want to keep the baby but I would love your support…” I was instantly cut off by my father.
“How dare you throw away your education like that, don’t you understand that you will never be able to study medicine with a child on your hands…” I lost him there thinking about the reality that I couldn’t follow my dreams of becoming a doctor anymore, but I also couldn’t kill my child the decision was easy.
He got my attention again when he yelled, “Get out, you are a disgrace to this family and you no longer are welcome in my home!”
Shock coursed through my body.
How could he do this to me?
He had the money to support me but his title was wrecked havoc with his judgment. He didn’t give me a chance to explain that I had been raped! He never listened, how could I tell him? Numb, I watched as he stalked out of the room. The place I had fitted in and belonged to for so long had just been ripped from beneath my feet.
I snapped back to the present and stared lovingly at Hope. I didn’t know what the future held for us or if we would always see eye to eye, but as I gazed at her fragile features in awe I hoped she would never doubt my love for her.
250 Word Reflection…
The idea for my creative writing came from a recent event that my friend went through so it came to me very easily. I found that it linked to the stimulus because it has that connection to wanting to belong but not knowing if we do. Through the story of the rape and Rosie being kicked out of the house, where she has belonged for seventeen years makes her reflect on if she does belong in the world. Her bringing Hope into the world makes her realise that they have each other and they may not belong yet but they had to continue trying. Through drafting and looking over what I had written I was able to see that I needed to reword sentences so they made more sense. By drafting I was able to see that you can get a lot of meaning and depth into a sentence by shortening it. We don’t usually think about all the layers that it contains but when I wrote this narrative I explored belonging to people and place through the rejection Rosie experience from her parent’s and the new found connection with her daughter Hope. When I wrote the part about Rosie being disowned by her father it made me think about how I would feel if that happened to me, a seventeen year old girl that had depended on the belonging to her family and their house for support but it was taken from her. Belonging comes in so many forms and we often don’t stop to think about it but all of our connections are connections to belonging in this world.
Another contraction wracked my body, with a gush of liquid following. The unbearable pain I was experiencing and the urge to push grew stronger! As I was pulled onto the hospital bed the pain was excruciating and the paramedics rushed me into a delivery room.
“Rosie, it’s time to push. When the next contraction hits, you are going to have to make the most of it,” the doctor informed me but all I could do was nod.
“One’s coming!” I screamed as the pain surged through my body. I found myself pushing so hard that I saw stars, and within moments another contraction came, sending a shooting pain through my body. I felt something shift and I urgently wanted to push again, she was moving down.
“Hold it Rosie, wait …show more content…
for the next contraction,” the doctor warned me.
“I need to push, she’s here!” so I started to push.
And I pushed!
And pushed!
Until I felt something slip!
“Just wait, don’t push for a moment, we have the head,” confirmed the doctor. I couldn’t wait to meet my baby girl.
“Ok, let’s give it one last push and she will be out.” Finally, I thought, after nine months of pregnancy and the rapid weight gain, which made me look like an elephant, I was about to meet my daughter. With one last push I gave it my all I had done it!
“She’s a beautiful baby girl.” Complimented the doctor.
As I finally held my baby girl in my arms I was brought back to that night nine months ago, the one that had changed my life forever.
“Do you want a lift home with me Rosie?” questioned Maria as we left work together.
I knew my house was just around the corner and she would be putting herself out to get me home so I shook my head and started off. Rounding the corner I ran into a guy I knew from school, Jerrod was nice and in the year above me.
“Hey, how are you?” he asked as he fell into place beside me.
“Yeah good thanks, what are you doing out this late?” I responded just wanting to get home and not in the mood to talk.
“Not much, I was just taking a late night walk for some fresh air after studying, and I’m assuming you just finished work.” Yep he got that one right, I suppose I would have wanted a walk in the crisp night air if I had been studying for my High School Certificate exams, they seemed intense. After a few moments I was almost home and wanted to ditch him and go inside.
“Well this is me then, I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” I tried to politely leave the conversation.
“Ok well nice talking. Oh and Rosie, are your parents home because there are no cars in the driveway?”
“I guess they aren’t here, they said they may be late home after work. Bye,” I started to head inside when I felt as if I wasn’t alone. Turning around I realised that Jerrod was behind me. I wasn’t sure what I was meant to do or say.
“Jerrod, what are you doing?” I stated plainly hoping he would get the message to leave.
“Obviously coming in, what did you think I was doing?” he sneered, looking happy with himself.
“No, you’re not! I’m going to bed and my parents aren’t here!” Panic began somewhere deep within my soul, my body erupted with an uncontrollable shake. He wasn’t going to… was
he?
Within a moment he was beside me, touching me, undressing me. I frantically pushed him and tried to get him off me but it was no use, he was stronger than me. I hated this sickening feeling of him forcing himself on me and I screamed at him to stop but he just laughed at me and lifted me up, carrying me to my room. I kicked and carried on trying desperately to break free, but my attempts were pointless. I just closed my eyes and hoped that he was stopped; I tried to block it out. He placed me onto my neatly made bed, taking off my remaining clothes while removing his. I tried to make a run for it while he was taking off his shirt but he grabbed me again and tied me to my bed with rope from my camping gear. I started to cry in earnest hoping and praying that mum or dad would come home and came to say hello as they always did. He was undressed now and forcing himself on me. Fortunately I blanked out and when I came to my senses he was gone, I felt utter defeat. In that moment I had lost the one thing that I was holding onto with no way of getting it back. I was fragile and timid not knowing how to deal with what had just taken place in my room. A ripping feeling churned at my stomach leaving me sensitivity sick. I felt violated; my room was now a prison. I had to get out; a dark cloud now haunted me. It was as if the world had stopped moving, everything was dead. Mum and dad were not home yet and I was making my mind blot out the haunting images, trying to not feel what had just happened. I was shocked, confused and in pain not knowing how I had suddenly gone from a sweet innocent seventeen year old to defiled and molested in the space of thirty minutes. My tears kept coming. I cried myself to sleep on the couch because my room was a nightmare I wished to forget.
When I woke in the morning I felt sore and embarrassed, not wanting to go to school or do anything. We were not doing too much work at school currently so I decided I would stay home and recover from the horror of last night. I stayed on the couch for the next few days only getting up to go to the toilet and eat every now and then. I couldn’t face anyone, not even mum or dad, how could I? I felt like I wouldn’t be accepted by anyone if they knew and how could I trust anyone with this? So I just bottled it up. Mum tried to encourage me to get up and talk but I knew she wouldn’t understand.
A week had gone by, my period hadn’t come and it was over due. Scuffing my feet on the way to the chemist I went to get a pregnancy test, I didn’t want to ask for help, it was too embarrassing. When I finally found one I quickly bought it and left.
I raced home knowing mum and dad were out, ripped open the packet and read the instructions. I followed them.
Then waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Time had decided to freeze.
Finally, I peered at the stick… two pink lines upended my world.
I waited twelve weeks before deciding to face my parents. I was far enough along that chances of miscarriage had passed so I got them in the lounge room to tell them the news.
“Mum and Dad I have to tell you something but first I want you to listen till I finish, please.” I started knowing once it was out I wouldn’t get another word in. “I recently found out that I’m pregnant and I want to keep the baby but I would love your support…” I was instantly cut off by my father.
“How dare you throw away your education like that, don’t you understand that you will never be able to study medicine with a child on your hands…” I lost him there thinking about the reality that I couldn’t follow my dreams of becoming a doctor anymore, but I also couldn’t kill my child the decision was easy.
He got my attention again when he yelled, “Get out, you are a disgrace to this family and you no longer are welcome in my home!”
Shock coursed through my body.
How could he do this to me?
He had the money to support me but his title was wrecked havoc with his judgment. He didn’t give me a chance to explain that I had been raped! He never listened, how could I tell him? Numb, I watched as he stalked out of the room. The place I had fitted in and belonged to for so long had just been ripped from beneath my feet.
I snapped back to the present and stared lovingly at Hope. I didn’t know what the future held for us or if we would always see eye to eye, but as I gazed at her fragile features in awe I hoped she would never doubt my love for her.
250 Word Reflection…
The idea for my creative writing came from a recent event that my friend went through so it came to me very easily. I found that it linked to the stimulus because it has that connection to wanting to belong but not knowing if we do. Through the story of the rape and Rosie being kicked out of the house, where she has belonged for seventeen years makes her reflect on if she does belong in the world. Her bringing Hope into the world makes her realise that they have each other and they may not belong yet but they had to continue trying. Through drafting and looking over what I had written I was able to see that I needed to reword sentences so they made more sense. By drafting I was able to see that you can get a lot of meaning and depth into a sentence by shortening it. We don’t usually think about all the layers that it contains but when I wrote this narrative I explored belonging to people and place through the rejection Rosie experience from her parent’s and the new found connection with her daughter Hope. When I wrote the part about Rosie being disowned by her father it made me think about how I would feel if that happened to me, a seventeen year old girl that had depended on the belonging to her family and their house for support but it was taken from her. Belonging comes in so many forms and we often don’t stop to think about it but all of our connections are connections to belonging in this world.