Dear Adam,
I went to the doctors today, to see if it was true. I didn't want to put so much faith into a cheap drugstore test. It's like gambling.
The lady their was really nice. It was almost like she understood me. She didn't tell me that it was wrong for a young adult to be pregnant, she didn't have to. Her eyes didn't show any hints of dissapointment when I was the only one there, no boyfriend. She didn't treat me like a piece of trash who doesn't know better. She treated me like I was human. I just wish others did too.
Well I'm pregnant. And I don't know what to do. She gave me a small but happy smile, I think she really loves kids ya know?
I think the worst thing is was that I don't have the slightest clue on who the father would be. College parties get crazy. Expecially the ones at frat houses. That scares me the most.
It's almost been a month since you've been gone, at first I was numb. Almost like someone had given me a little too much pain killers. It was like I was just going through the motions.
But I don't want to. I don't want to throw my life away.
Except I think I already have.
Afraid,
Bailey
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