A Story by Treo LeGigeo



The child let out a small cough, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal his bright blue irises. The woman looked down into the wide eyes of the newborn boy and let a smile grace her lips. There was such purity in that gaze, such innocence that shone from those eyes as he lay there, gazing upwards, completely oblivious to the turmoil that had brought him into existence...

The night was late, they warned her not to walk home after the party but it was just too nice to call a taxi. The clear black sky, the thousands of silver pinpricks, she was too busy admiring the beauty of nature to realise that she was being followed.

The boy flailed his limbs, as if testing out his new body. The woman chuckled, reaching a hand out to gently tickle his stomach.

The faint tapping of footsteps, the soft rustling of clothing, and that was all the warning she had before something slammed into the back of her skull,  exploding a mass of multicoloured spots across her vision. Half conscious she collapsed to the ground, pain racking through her head. And that's when it began.

The corners of his mouth quirked upwards in a weak laugh, the woman stopped tickling him with a sigh.

Seconds? Minutes? Hours? She was never able to remember how long it had been, and she will never be able to forget the searing agony tearing through her body, the sensation of being torn apart from the inside out. Rip, stab, thrust, it went on and on and on...

The boy felt a soft kiss pressed to his right cheek. He was not yet old enough to know exactly what it meant, but even now it projected kindness, comfort, and caring.

She woke up in hospital. Concussion, skin abrasions, not to mention internal damage. She lay there for days, too doped up on pain medication to think straight; it wasn't until after her release that the nightmares began.

The woman straightened, a wistful look on her face. She reached down and gently brushed a stray lock of wispy hair from the boy's forehead.

The pain, the terror, the helplessness, she relived it night after night. And every morning she would wake screaming, begging, and utterly violated. It wasn't for months that she realised that the nausea, the tiredness wasn't just from the trauma.

Suddenly the baby's mouth turned downwards, his face scrunching up as a few tears leaked from his eyes, but the woman was quick in picking him up, rocking and shushing him back into complacency.

"Abort it," they insisted, "every time you look at him he'll remind you of what happened," they told her, "you'll hate him, you can't have the baby." But she couldn't do it. He was as much a victim as she was, the innocent party in all the horror. She just couldn't do it.

She held the child she never expected to have in her arms, looking down into the clear blue eyes which reminded her not of fear and pain, but of love. And she knew in her heart that she made the right decision.

For so many months she had been consumed by grief, fear, self-pity, for so long she had thought her life was over.

Her son gave a yawn and blinked sleepily. His mother leant over, laying him down and stretching out beside him.

But even as one life ended...

She closed her eyes, pulling the boy up against to her chest and inhaling deeply, committing his scent to memory.

Another had just begun.

For the first time in nine months she didn't dream.

© 2013 Treo LeGigeo

Author's Note

Treo LeGigeo
"Vita" is Latin for "life."

Not my usual kind of piece (again, gee I seem to be doing a lot of experimenting lately). This was written for a group on another site based on the themes of hope and faith, with the contest prompt "beginnings." Suggestions for improvement will be greatly appreciated.

If you could also point out any typos or grammatical errors that would also be great.

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This is a realistic story, you captured well how she felt and how all of this affected her, people don't usually think of that, I agree with the message you're sending in this story, I support it and I am glad she decided to keep the baby.
And the imagery is simply wonderful.
Great story

Posted 8 Years Ago

You brought me in right away. This was great! I would love to have more imagery though... that's just me though. More about happened and why she chose to keep the baby. Would help bring me further into the story but besides that - wonderful. Is there more??

Posted 8 Years Ago

This was absolutly beautiful. I loved it. I can only imagin how she felt, and hopefully I will never have to find out, but my heart breaks for her. I think what makes this story so great is that this happens everyday. And nobody thinks about how it affects someone.

Posted 8 Years Ago

I loved this. I can't even explain how much I loved this. I know the fear of what happened to her. I'm thankful that I got away. I know the fear. Great job! Simply great!

Posted 8 Years Ago

Really great piece! All too often people get wrapped up in the selfishness of life...this piece speaks of the deeply profound truth that all life is precious even if not intended. Though I don't blame those who chose to abort, I agree with the tone of this piece. You handled the topic with care and respect and I commend you for it!.

Posted 8 Years Ago

A magnificent piece message within
I am against abortion i found this peace very interesting
And i love the message it brings out to view
I think if you don't want children take precautions
I love this She closed her eyes, pulling the boy up against to her chest and inhaling deeply
Brilliant write and message !!

Posted 8 Years Ago

just a little confused with it jumping from the baby's view to the mother's/ other than that, it was fantastic. :)

Posted 8 Years Ago

Quite a tale of what love can do, to overcome the horror of rape and see the total innocence of the unborn child concieved in terror, pain and hatred just proves how powerful real love can do........ no real errors that can't be put right by any good proof reader, I found the whole story enchanting :O)

Posted 8 Years Ago

I loved it! A few errors in spelling here and there, but overall, wow! I was amazed at how you made me feel so many conflicting emotions while i read this. the sudden switch from scene to scene. done so abruptly but it actually worked.
Great writing. great concept. great conveyance.

Posted 8 Years Ago

This is wonderful and so very bittersweet, and the way you shown how innocent the baby was and how he was a victim as much as his mother was is amazing and true. Great job, keep up the good work~

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on February 27, 2011
Last Updated on April 3, 2013
Tags: Rape, Attack, Child, Pregnancy


Treo LeGigeo
Treo LeGigeo

Sydney, NSW, Australia

I'm from Australia, so some people may find that I spell things differently. I love writing and have had a couple of publications of short stories and novellas under a pseudonym. I started .. more..


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