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Message from sarah

My HTML didnt work. The bits in italics didnt work. Sooo Yeh improvise. The second paragragh is in italics and the bit about the taxi is also in italics. This means it is a flashback :) Thanks deary X

Writing :) Sarah's

Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh My God!
I can feel it in my throat, I’m going to be sick.

How revolting. I don’t even remember it happening. Well I do, it came back to me in parts. Moaning, slobbery kisses, clumsy, fumbling about over each other. His hands were clammy. I could still feel them grazing my sweaty, dirty skin. My heart r a c e d in disgust. Waking up I had a horrible pain through my body. I could hear his groans tracing over my skin, through my ears, It made me sick.
I was surprisingly comfortable. The bed beneath me held my weight. My body felt heavy. He was snoring. His face crushed against the pillow. He was rather unattractive. I rubbed my eyes and fell out of my warmth onto the hard floor. I didn’t want to wake him. I didn’t even want to look at him again. I fought the want to be sick. I fought it. The more I fought it the

h a r d e r ..

it got. I got up onto my feet pulled on any clothes I could see and slowly without caution, fumbled out the door into the harsh cold. The light blinded me. I had no idea of time. That’s it. That’s everything I remember about the night before. Walking home was a blur. A surreal blur. I tried not to think about what I had done.


I can still feel him. I can feel his dirt on me. It stuck to my legs.
I can’t fight it anymore.
I’m sick. Right there in the street. :(

So here I am, sitting in this clinic. Waiting on someone to tell me “To come through” and kill what I made. But it was just a mistake. I didn’t mean it. I was drunk.

What should I do?

What should I do?

What should I do?

The word rolled about in my mouth. It stuck to my tongue. It was written all over my face.
PREGNANT!

** Picture Goes Here**




People Knew.

I’m sitting here. With three other people in the room. All “mothers-to-be”. Sitting rubbing there stomachs with glee. It made me weirdly jealous. I didn’t even want this mistake but I was jealous of women that had what I could have.
I could hear them shouting at me in their heads…

“Stupid Whore! What was she thinking?”

I got in the taxi with him. He pulled down my dress and kissed my skin. It gave me such a thrill. I wanted more. Maybe some coffee? His hands traced my legs. I could taste the vodka of his lips. They stung mines. We fell into his house and onto the floor. We did it right there. I can’t even remember how we got into bed.
I’ve had better.

My stomach goes dizzy.
I start to shake.
My name is called out. (I’m next)

I freeze up. I can hear the nurses heels clicking along the corridor. I don’t want this. I can’t do this. I’m not a murderer. I can kill another living thing. I look around for an escape. I see two sliding doors opening as someone walks in.

I get up.
I’m walking out the doors.
I can feel the wind lift my hair of my neck.
I feel relief.


I’ll be fine. It will be fine.