Days passed and they still had me locked up in this room. The only time someone came in here was to give me food.

Lately I couldn't keep anything down. I know that there was something wrong with me, but at the same time I was scared to know what was wrong.

I was scared and alone, and if it was what I thought it was then I don't think I could do this by myself. He wasn't here. I was alone.

If I was pregnant, could I really take care of a baby all by myself?

At the same time I had nightmares of that day, the day when...