Letter twenty two

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Dear bully,

You found me when the jerk left.

I was bleeding. Very badly.

You rushed me to the emergency room.

They don't think the baby will make it.

I'm terrified. The thing that made my life complete was going to die.

Our parents didn't understand why I was bleeding or at the hospital. But they found out I was pregnant. They were really upset. Not at the fact we didn't tell them but that it would be taken from us. How could a healthy little thing like our baby have such a fate where she might die? I was angry and out for blood.

They want me to stay at the hospital until they figure out all the problems. The thing I'm worried about is if our precious little thing will make it.

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