3 months had passed since that day.
I still hadn't told anyone what happened that day.
I did go to the psychologist regularly but I didn't take any of the pills she gave me.
I spoke little and kept mostly to myself.
Everyone believed a different story. Some believed I had seen something terrible, some thought I'd undergone something terrible and some thought I had just turned plain crazy.
When my mother had brought me home, she took me to the doctor to get me examined but I refused to let anyone touch me. I always wore several layers of clothes even when it was very hot outside. Somehow I felt safe in them. Like I could sweat away all the horrors.
It was in the fifth month when I felt it. I felt something move inside of me. I had been putting some amount of weight even though I barely had anything to eat.
I knew what it meant. I went to my mother and for the first time in a very long time, I spoke.
"I'm pregnant."
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