My writing

I know this isn't a movie review but it falls under the category of entertainment. Plus it's my blog and I'll post what I want.

About a year or so ago I had this really odd dream. Normally when I wake up I forget about my dreams within a few minutes. But not this one. I couldn't stop thinking about the people in it and what would happen to them. So I decided to write it down. The following scene is pretty much the dream that I had. It's a really rough draft. Only the two main characters have names at the moment.

I'm still not sure about posting this. I've only shown this to one other person. Please let me know what you really think. Be honest. If it sucks tell me. I promise I won't get mad.

Well, here it is-


The snow was beginning to fall more heavily on the ground. Despite this, as Natalie looked out of the large bathroom window, she could see countless people stepping out of limos and other expensive cars and into the mansion for the annual Christmas party. They were all smiling as if they didn't have a care in the world. A far cry from Natalie right now.

As if on cue, the timer went off. Natalie turned around and took a deep breath. As she walked foward, her eyes avoided the small white stick next to the timer.

Was this really happening? She was only nineteen. Plus she'd only been with Patrick for a couple of months.

After several seconds, she finally picked it up.

Even though deep down Natalie knew what it would say, she still felt a moment of shock as she stared down at the blue plus sign.

Pregnant.

Despite everything, she felt happy. She'd always wanted to be a mother. Granted this was happening a lot sooner than she'd expected, but there was no doubt in her mind that she wanted this baby.

Natalie looked down at her stomach, which was still flat underneath her dark green dress. She placed her hand gently on it. As she did this, a small tear trickled down her face.

She stood like this for awhile until she was brought out of her moment by the sound of someone banging against the door.

"Excuse me!" a woman's voice said loudly. "Could you hurry up in there?"

Natalie sighed, wiped the tear from her face, and placed the pregnancy test in her purse. After straightening out her dress she stepped out into the hallway. She briefly glanced at the woman who banged on the door, but did not speak to her. She had more important things to do right now.

"I have to find Patrick and tell him what's going on." Natalie said to herself.

Natalie had last seen him when they arrived twenty minutes earlier. No sooner had they stepped inside than Patrick's father glared at her and then asked to speak with Patrick. He nodded, told Natalie he'd be right, and then walked away.

"Where did they go?"

She walked two floors down to the ballroom, where people were starting to gather. She looked all around but she couldn't find them. Finally she spotted one of the maids and asked her if she'd seen them.

"They went into his father's study." the maid told her. "Do you know where that is?"

Natalie nodded, thanked her, and headed up towards the study.

Before Natalie even reached the door, she could heart Patrick and his father yelling. She saw that the door had been left open ajar. Slowly, she walked over and peaked through.

Patrick stood there by the fireplace with his father and three men she didn't recognize. She assumed they were friends of his father.

She leaned in closer, trying to hear their conversation.

"I can't believe you had the nerve to bring her here!" hiss father said. "What were you thinking?"

"She's my girlfriend!" Patrick told him. "I've been seeing her for months. Of course I'd bring her."

Natalie could see the scars on Patrick's face were becoming more red and prominent with each passing second. This was something that seemed to happen only when he was very angry.

His father sighed. "I hoped you would've given her up by now. She's just..."

"She's what?"

"She's a child. For god's sake, she's nineteen! You're thirty five."

Patrick shook his head. "Her age has nothing to do with this and you know it!"

His father's friends interrupted and spoke calmly, telling Patrick that they would gladly find him a woman his own age.

"I don't want anyone else." Patrick said, sounding irritated. "I love Natalie."

"She's not like us."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"She's trash! Do you hear me? Trash!"

Those words stun Natalie so much that she had to turn away. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying her best not to get upset. It was only when Patrick started talking again did she turn around and open her eyes.

"You don't even know her. If you did you'd know that she's been through hell. Yet she's still the kindest, most compassionate person you could ever meet. And not once has she ever looked at me like I'm a monster."

"You've been out with other women." his father's friend said. "They didn't look at you that way."

"Yes they did. They were just with me because of the money. They couldn't even look me in the eye most of the time. Anyway it doesn't matter. I love her and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Just how far are you planning to go with this? Are you going to marry her? Have children?"

"Maybe." Patrick said.

His father started yelling. "That's out of the question! I will not have someone like her in our family. Besides, you shouldn't be having children anyway."

"You know your condition is genetic." his father's friend said. "What if you passed it on to your child? And then there's Natalie. She could die in childbirth."

"Just like your mother." his father stated coldly.

Patrick didn't say a word. The look on her face was enough to tell her that he feared what everyone just said to him.

What would this mean though when Natalie told him? Would he not want the baby? She knew she did. Natalie didn't care if the baby ended up having the same condition as Patrick. She would love him or her no matter what.

Suddenly, the tears Natalie had been trying to fight back came pouring down her face. Because of this, she didn't realize that she had been standing too close against the door. It creaked all the way open. Everyone looked at her.

"Natalie!" Patrick said, shocked. "How much of that did you hear?"

Natalie couldn't answer him. Instead, she turned her back and began running down the hallway.

Not even a minute later, Natalie could hear Patrick's voice coming somewhere from behind her."

"Natalie! Natalie wait!"

But she didn't. Instead she only ran faster. Finally, she reached the elevator and got in. She just had to get out of that house.

After what seemed like an eternity, the elevator finally stopped on the first floor. Natalie quickly got out, took her car keys out of her purse, and ran out the front door.

The cold air shocked her body for a few seconds and it was then that she realized that she had forgotten her coat. Natalie continued walking towards her car though. There was no way in hell she was going back in there now.

When Natalie finally reached her car she quickly got in and wiped the tears from her face. In her head she could still hear Patrick's voice calling out to her. She felt bad for running off on him l