What came next is still fuzzy. I mean I know what happened, just not detail. Like how I get home, or how I got to the hospital. Or what time it was, or who called my mom. All I remember was seeing some doctor and he was asking questions. My mom took me home a few days later. They did tests to make sure that I didn't have any std's. They told me to do a pregnancy test in a few weeks. When I went back to school all my friends were so mad. They couldn't believe they let me go off with him by my self. That they had thought nothing like that could ever happen to me. I was so smart, and smart girls don't end up like this. Smart girls don't get raped.
A few weeks later I found out I was pregnant. I was pregnant with a child of a man I didn't want to even know. Now what in hell was I supposed to do? How was I going to go to school? How was I going to pass high school. I did all my classes at home. I did all my assignments and even got a head on some classes. I finished at the top of my class. Three months into the second semester I delivered. It was a boy. I named him Dillon. After Bob Dillon. He was what got me through.
So that is where it leaves me. Sitting in front of a mirror, with a new thing added to my list. Finding an apartment. I went up to my bed room. Dillon was ,thankfully, asleep in his crib. I checked over him. He was fine. Fast asleep on his back. The lady at the hospital told me that it was important not to put a cover around his crib, it constricts air into the crib, and not to let him sleep on his "tummy" . I forget the reason for that, but I didn't want to let him because it dose something bad to him. I rubbed his tummy. He seemed to like that. But most boys do. I slipped into my pj's. I never thought that I would be happy to have my period. I think I will all way cherish it, and will remind me what it means. I love my Dill, but man dose he ever cry loud. As I lay awake I was thinking of who to talk to. The school councilor, or the lady at the pregnancy center. I had no idea. It was a Tuesday, so it was best to try the councilor.
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