Creative Writing - Birth

Creative Writing - Birth
The silence was deafening. The darkness was blinding. Time didn?t exist here, there was only oblivion. Simple oblivion, enough to drive anyone crazy. Yet, I remained sane. I craved to know the meaning of sane, but I knew the meaning wouldn?t make any sense to me. Nothing made sense here. I was alone, floating peacefully, completely free of sin. My innocence struck me as abnormal, but I had no idea then, that my innocence would soon be shattered like glass hit by a chisel. Unspoken words ran through my mind, telling me I would leave this place soon. I stretched my leg, despite the constrains, and felt my toes come into contact with something soft. It was the sheath of skin that separated me from reality, from the world outside. ?The world outside?. It was such an ominous title, and it reflected the way I felt about it. I would be born into that world, it would be my home. I would laugh, cry, hate and kill there. I would grow and become part of other people, whom, like me, would stick up their chins and carry out their daily chores with dignity .
We would all become cogs in a machine, our lives being insignificant to anyone else but us. Time would allow me to do all this, but then, time itself would clutch at my throat and become my eternal enemy. It would all end in a moment. I wasn?t sure if I wanted to be part of that world. I would be part of a race which was based on cruelty and hatred, a race which fought against its own kind, justifying their acts with abysmal excuses. I didn?t know if I wanted to be held by the hands of Mother nature. She creates the blossoming flower bud, but then decides to wipe it away with a burning flood of lava. Yet, I knew I didn?t have a choice. In a few moments, I would become a fragment of the human race. The blood of the sins I would commit was already stained on my tiny fingers. Suddenly, my surroundings began pulsating around me. The silence around me began to throb, and the runny liquid which had held me for so long was rushing out, as if a plug had been pulled from beneath me. I thrashed around, ecstatic at my new found freedom. My joy wore away in the next few hours, as the layer of skin around me pounded insistently. It was time to leave, I knew it. I moved around slightly, as if bidding goodbye. I was scared. The confusion that had clouded my mind was gone: all that remained was resounding fear. As abrupt as before, I felt myself being pushed and pulled, headfirst. I felt helpless, as if I was a spectator of the event, not a participant. I gasped as I felt the air being pushed out of my lungs when a tight constriction surrounded my body. Rough fingers grazed at my body as I was forced outside my sanctuary, into the ?omened? world. Blinding white lights shone against my eyes and I shut my eyelids tight in pain. A hand slashed against the small of my back as I let out my first cry, my first sound in a world of noise. I noticed loud voices around me and a sudden twinge of pain at my navel. I realized I was bawling my lungs out, and I felt something slither down my cheeks and into my small lips. I flicked out my tongue and tasted something salty and tangy. I didn?t like it very much. I felt as is I was in a state of confusion again, this time because of the turmoil outside, not inside. I felt myself being moved around, and I was surprising myself at the amount of noise I was able to make. All of a sudden, I felt a pair of hands hold me gently, caressing my face as if I was the most precious thing in the world. These hands weren?t like the rest. They were soft and caring. I writhed in the hands, not understanding the feeling which was overwhelming me. I knew that this was the feeling which would make it worth going through the torture that life would put me through. It was what would cradled me in times of joy, and stand by me in times of trouble.It was the greatest miracle of nature. ?It?s a girl,? whispered a voice from above me. It was love.

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