I'm 17 years old, and I go to a catholic
school. This summer my so-called best friend came over while he was drunk. He
raped me, and I became pregnant. He is one of the popular guys at school, and
I couldn't report him, I couldn't prove, it would be my word against his, so the
story goes on.
In August I told him i was pregnant. He told me the only
thing i could do was have an abortion. I was ready to keep the baby, and accept
his mistake and then he came into my life again.
His idea was out of the
question to me, and then he started to take over my life. He blamed me for what
happened and said if i didn't do it, he would do it for me. So I felt I had no
choice, I couldn't go to my family because my parents are heavy catholics, and
I didn't want my extended family to know. I went along with his idea. I was so
afraid. I had the abortion on Sep. 14, 1998.
Now, I am living with a great
depression. I can't sleep at night, I can't look at anyone. People found out at
school, and now when I walk down the hallway I am called a killer. I can't eat,
and I can't concentrate on anything.
To anyone that reads this, make sure
you want to go through with it. It is your choice, you decide your life, don't
let anyone to do it for you. You might regret the choice the other person made
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