Dear Ethan,
I'm so grateful to your family. I was taken from my mother, and they're going to foster me. They might even adopt me, but I won't mention it.
In the middle of the night, Hayden broke in and raped me. I woke up your family by crying, and they called the cops once I spit out, "Hayden... Window... Raped.."
They told me to take a pregnancy test. Your mother handed me one, and I was sent to the bathroom. Now I am sitting in the bathroom, waiting for the results. I'm thirteen years old. I can't have a child.
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Lost Half
Non-Fiction{Warning: Contains suicide, sexual items, and self-harming.} I'm heartbroken. I have had a major crush on my best friend Ethan for years, since about the time I met him. I confessed to him a few weeks ago, and when I was following him to the park to...
