Kylie's POV
I was sweaty. I didn't know where I was.
All I knew was that I had been pregnant and I just gave birth to a boy.
Then they put me in a white room with a toilet in the back corner and a desk right across from it.
My baby was in my hands.
I was freaking out. I wasn't ready to be a parent.
I was only 18.
I thought about how I could just give the baby up for adoption.
Then, I snapped awake, screaming at the top of my lungs.
My boyfriend came rushing through the door.
He put his strong arms around me and whispered, "What's wrong?" in my ear.
"Nothing just a nightmare," I whispered back.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he whispered.
"No," I replied. Then, he laid down behind my back and wrapped his arms around my front and soon fell asleep that way.
As you may have noticed by now, I'm afraid of making mistakes, or being too young.
My boyfriend and I have been together for 2 years now and I love him so much.
He is so sweet.
He has brown eyes and brown hair. He sings and plays hockey. He loves plaid shirts.
His name you ask?
It's Shawn.
Shawn Mendes.
