Hell Burns Cold: A Horror Anthology

Virgo Pollutus

TRIGGER WARNING: FORCED ABORTION, DEATH, BLOOD, RELIGIOUS TRAUMA/ABUSE, GORE, (NOT A CAUTIONARY TALE)

January 16, 1956 

 I just found out that I'm pregnant, confirmed it and everything by my doctor... here's the kicker though. I don't know who the father is. It's not like I'm pulling a run-around the neighborhood. I go to church every Sunday and I go to every Thursday Mass. I've never even had... sex. Okay, there. I said it. Sex. Never ever had it. I've never even held a boy's hand, let alone kiss one! And oh boy, no matter how much I try to tell my Mom and Daddy, neither of them believe me. Do you know how many Our Fathers I've said today? Gosh, I could just slap myself silly with the number if I cared to know it. Anyway I'm being called to supper. Pray for me, Friendly Diary. 

- Claire

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January 23, 1956

So Daddy is making me pack a bunch of things into a suitcase. I can't say why. No, really I can't. He says that if the wrong people find out, both he and I and Mom could all get put away for a very long time. I think I know what he means, but I don't want to think about that too hard. It makes me too sad, and I feel like I'm already very attached to this tiny little baby growing inside my womb. I could be like The Blessed Virgin! I love and respect the Holy Mother so much, I could be giving Baby Jesus a little brother for all I know. It pains me knowing my Daddy doesn't want this to happen. Maybe if I pray hard enough...

- Claire

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February 2, 1956

Daddy won't tell me where we're going and it's awfully bumpy in the car. Daddy says the bumpy-ness is a good thing. "Maybe it'll get rid of our little problem quicker!" he always remarks when we hit a sharp bump. Mom says that the government just needs to start caring about the roads more.

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Mom is upset but she chooses not to say anything about the whole problem we're having. She wants this "problem" to keep happening, but she also wants me to have a good life and she says I can't have a good life if I ruin it before it has the chance to start. I'm fifteen, I'm pretty sure my life started a while ago! I want this baby and I love it. I already have baby names chosen too! Monica if it's a girl, and Francis if it's a boy-- both names are after my most favorite Saints. Anyway, we're already at the hotel and Daddy says the people are going to be here tomorrow early in the morning so I have to go now. Bye-Bye, Friendly Diary.

- Claire

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February 4, 1956

We were gone all day yesterday, Friendly Diary. They filled my womb with warm fluid, and it was relatively painless. They said it would make me not pregnant anymore, and even had a little glob of stuff come out of me. I don't believe that they stopped my pregnancy at all though. I still felt something inside me. The friendly doctors said it was normal and that it would stop on it's own, and they had given me antibiotics to stop any infections that may be happening within me.

Friendly Diary, I don't understand why they wanted to make me not be pregnant anymore. A baby is supposed to be a happy thing! I even told the doctors that I didn't want this to happen, but my Daddy said something to them that made them not listen to me. I don't like my Daddy anymore right now.