I could feel my heart racing from anxiety. My labour was yet to begin and already I was drenched in sweat. I wanted to yell at all the nurses and doctors in the maternity ward; but I knew I had no one but myself to blame for the pain I was feeling. I clenched my fist as I thought about him, the way he had been so persuasive. Then I remember how I had willingly obliged.
Suddenly, the pain returned but this time it was more intense; unimaginable was the word. I squealed and immediately the doctors and nurses barged into my room. Then next thing I saw was one of the doctors holding what looked like a butcher’s knife “Was he about to cut me open?” I thought, and immediately I screamed for help.
I woke up to an empty room, without any doctors or nurses; I was in my bedroom- “It was just a dream”, I assured myself. It seemed so real and I couldn’t help but make sure it wasn’t. I got up hurriedly and turned on the lights. I walked to the mirror and examined my stomach, “no cuts or scars, it was definitely a nightmare!”
Relieved, I turned off the lights and coiled back into bed. It was at that moment that it hit me, “I can’t keep this a secret any longer, my baby bump would start to show soon enough, and everyone would know, my life would be over! My parents would be furious; my friends would all laugh at me, and school! I would have to quit school. I wish I could stop it from growing. I can stop it from growing! Lots of people do it; it’s not wrong, is it? It should be a choice, my choice!
But they say it’s murder, what kind of person kills her own child? I can’t do that to my baby, although it’s not a baby... it’s just a foetus. I’m really confused and scared, what should I do?”
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