My Forced Abortion

Here we go

As the bell for dismissal rung, I quickly snapped out of my trance and I began to gather all of my belongings. Today was Friday, so there wasn't band practice today. So I head to the girls bathroom before I met my brother in front of the school. I quickly push past the heavy crowd of students and I head into the girls bathroom. I stand in front of the mirror realizing that this pregnancy is a reality for me. I turn to my right side and stare into the mirror at my belly. "I'm a mommy" I say to myself.
As I'm walking out of the girls bathroom, a short girl that I have never seen before brushes her arm against my belly. I glance up and then back down and I ignore whatever she tries to say to me. Fuck! I didn't want her to acknowledge my hard stomach, so I walk faster toward the double doors and out to the front of the school. I feel so vulnerable, so I walk with my head down to avoid eye contact with anyone. I quickly meet up with my brother Robby and we walk home together. We didn't stay far from the school, so it was only a 20 minute walk. I didn't really pay much mind to my brother because I was thinking about what my mom was going to say to me when I got home. As we get to our front door, I hold my breath. I hold my breath because I can't bare the conversation my mom was about to have with me. I hold my breath because I feel like I'm about to faint. As I unlock the door, I quickly run up to my room and shut my door. I throw my backpack on my floor in front of my closet door and I just lay in bed fully clothed. My heart is thumping away in my chest as I continue to think about what my mom has to say. *knock knock knock* "Wynter?" My heart skips a beat. "Yeah?" I quietly reply. She slowly turns my door knob and walks in. I can't breathe. "So you're pregnant?" I can't look at her, I know she's gonna kill me. "Yeah" I say to her. "You can't keep it Wynter" here we go. "Why not!" I shout back. "Because you're only 15, you're not supposed to be having sex, the guy probably denies the baby being his, and he doesn't even care about you!" Yep. She knew the situation as if she's been in my shoes before. This feels so surreal. I can't believe this is actually happening to me. I can't believe this conversation is happening. She says one last thing to me before leaving me to marinate in my mixed emotions and feelings. "Wynter, the church is going to talk bad about you. They're going to call you all kinds of things because your uncle is the Bishop and they're going to say you let your family down." I roll over in bed and drift off after that.