Short Stories

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fiction short story



My life had been filled with bright

ideas. All the images of years gone by

were wheeling themselves through my

mind as I tried to figure out,

what next? I finished packing my

clothes for the trip home.

I noticed how worn out my suitcase

looked.

Beaten up with scuff marks all over it.

It's texture felt like thin,worn

leather. Even the hinges were a

bit rusted. Hmmm...This was the

mirrored image of me.

I was comparing myself to a piece of

worn out luggage? Yeah, that's was

me alright. Things are different now.

I left home at age twenty-one, gonna

make it big in Hollywood. I had some

high hopes of making it to

the top in a hurry. My parents were

totally against it of course . My

mother and father raised me in a

Christian home and Hollywood was not

the kind of future they wanted for

their baby girl.

I left for Hollywood with nothing

but a dream and piece of luggage.I had

plans to find a job once I arrived. I

would work and pay my way through

acting school. What a exciting future.

I thought that I had what it took to

become famous. Good looks ,sense of

humor and pretty good smarts too.

With all these qualities ,how could I

loose?

Two days later,I arrived in Hollywood .

My destination at last. It was

everything I expected far as people and

places go. I have to admit , I was

a little nervous. I didn't know anyone.

I waited for the traffic to slow so I

could cross the street. There was a

sign posted on a window that said,"need

waitress right away." What luck , I

thought as I hurried on into the

little Italian resturant and

applied for the job. I was hired

immediately .

After working for several months , I

had made some new friends. I even had a

boy friend. Things were going great. He

and I shared the same dream of making

it big in the movies. Although our

relationship was going rather well, I

realized that there was something that

my boyfriend was not telling me. I could

sense it.

Unfortunately, I found out what he was keeping

from me the hard way.

There was a local blood drive and I

volunteered to give some blood. They

took my blood and said thank you. I

felt like I had done my good deed for the day.

Two days later,I received a letter in

the mail from the blood bank. It read ,

"I am sorry to inform you,but we can not

accept your blood." "Your blood tested

HIV positive." I remember going numb

with shock. I nearly passed out.

I knew where it came from . It had to

be him. He was the only one that I had

been with. I was frantic and did not

know what to do. I cried all night.

The next morning, I didn't feel like

going to work. Why should I have gone?

I was dying anyway. I was thinking

hopeless.

That next Sunday morning,I wanted

to attend church. It had been some time

since I had been.

There was this little church down the

street . I entered in and sat on the

backrow.

The preacher was talking about

forgiveness and how Jesus had died for

our sins. I had heard this all before,

but never took it seriously. I walked

up to the front when the preacher gave

an invitation for Salvation. I accepted

Jesus as my Lord and Savior that day.

I stayed on in Hollywood for another

couple of years .I had kept the news

from mother and dad.I was dreading it.

I managed until I became too sick.

Then I had to have someone to care for me.

I remember calling home, mom I have some

good news and some bad news.

She was heart broken when I told here

about my having Aides, she was soon

filled with joy when I told her that I

was saved. She wanted me to come home.

So here I am packing my piece of worn

out luggage. I was like this piece of

luggage, I had been used just like

it had been. I may be dying,but now I

know where I will be going. That is my peace in

all of this.

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