A Girl Without A Name

A friend told me not to post this because it may offend people - so if you feel strongly about abortion issues- i then strongly advise you to please not read this or post any nasty comments. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions and i don't mean to offend anyone with this story. I apologize in advance to anyone that i do offend.
The Girl without a Name
There, in a small town, sits an abandoned hospital. The windows are boarded – the halls covered in strewn patient files and puddles of water leak in from the most recent thunderstorm. The paint on the walls is chipping and the small pieces float to the dirt-covered floor. It seems to be empty, this sad dark place, but life after death dwells within these halls. A gurney sits in the middle of the hallway. It is old and dirty, the wheels and bars have rusted over time. If one looks closely at the gurney, they can sometimes see a girl. With her knees to her chest, she looks at the light that streams in through the cracks of the boarded windows. One may even see the light caressing her body, making a halo in her dirty-blonde hair. If they get close enough one may also see the girl's beautiful, bright, blue eyes, but notice that her face is streaked with tears. Her mouth forms the words, "I'm sorry," over and over again as fresh tears pool constantly in her eyes. These hot tears, just as waterfalls would, flow down her face. This girl has lips that have been untouched and a heart that is pure but broken. Though this girl can never leave, she can roam the lonely hospital, chasing little glimpses of light. One may see her dancing through the halls, her white dress skimming across the dirty floor. As she spins around in a pool of light that emanates from a hole in the ceiling, her wavy hair bounces and sways behind her. The light reflecting off of her is bright. It’s so bright, one must close their eyes – and after that brief moment, when their eyes are opened again, the girl is nowhere in sight. This girl has never felt love before, she has never felt the warmth of someone’s embrace. She has never felt wanted. She is innocent, beautiful – innocently beautiful. She is dead. Many wonder why this girl is stuck in this hospital – thinking about why such a girl is dead. This girl was unwanted by her mother of sixteen. The girl was aborted and forgotten. Even though people said she was just flesh, she had a face, hands, a heart and soul. She is now seen as what she would have been if she had grown – beautiful, smart and bright, and so, so alive. But all these things aren't real. She never got the chance to grow and live a life. She was robbed of that chance, she was murdered. She walks around this hospital, wondering why she doesn't have a name. She wonders why her mother hated her so. She wonders what it would have been like to grow up and live the life she was meant to live. Most of all, this little girl wonders why she was so unwanted that her own mother would pay to have her killed before she even got to see light.