Everyday.

I replay the day.

Everyday. 

I looked down at the tests.

This was it.

There was no more doubt.

It was now replaced.

Fear.

What would I say.

How would I say it.

What was I going to do.

I tell him.

He says he's so sorry.

Sorry.

Now we're both sorry,

Funny how this works.

Birth control. 

Even taken right.

You can't trust it.

I was now one of those statistics.

I was taking after my father. 

Teen pregnancy. 

I never thought it'd be me.

I was smart.

Safe.

I was going to make it. 

Mom and dad are coming to get me.

Now.

This is it. 

Now.

Its time. 

They're so disappointed. 

They can't even speak to me.

I'm sorry.

That's all I can say.

That was the beginning.

Hell.

Hell is what my life became.

Stress. 

No one.

Alone. 

Mom, dad, brother, boyfriend.

The "A" word.

That's what they all keep telling me. 

Stop.

It hurts.

No.

Don't say that.

I won't. 

I love her.

She is mine.

I don't need anyone.

I'll do it on my own.

Watch.

Me.

November 9th, 2012.

The worst day of my life.

The "A" word.

Was now the "M" word.

Miscarriage.

Theyre all happy.

No one understands how I feel.

They don't care.

They still don't.

to this day.

It haunts me.

Everyday. 

I replay that day.

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