A N O N Y M O U S.

C H A P T E R 1 9

M A Y T H I R T E E N T H 2 O 1 3

6 : 4 5 pm

"Explosions,

On the day you wake up needing somebody,

And you've loved,

It's okay to be afraid,

But it will never be the same."

-Ellie Goulding

I just got back from the Abortion Clinic.

As soon as I walked through the door, I knew something was wrong.

Maybe it was me.

Maybe I was the wrong thing.

Now I was even more messed up than ever before.

I went on Facebook, but that was a mistake.

There were pictures of babies everywhere.

I just kept screaming and writhing and crying.

But no one comforted me.

No one was home.

So I just screamed and cried and screamed.

The screaming made my throat hoarse.

I could hardly breathe.

But that was okay.

Neither could my baby.

That made me scream and cry more.

My baby.

Mine.

I committed murder.

I killed my baby.

What mother would ever do that, and be able to live with herself?

Not me.

I can't live with myself.

I hate myself.

I want to kill myself, and teach her what it's like.

Why did I do it?

I don't know.

I was, am, selfish.

I just want to die.

My poor baby.

I hope didn't hurt.

Signed,

anonymous