I was with my boyfriend of a year and at the time he was supportive and told me whatever I chose to do he would stand by my side. Somehow that never seemed like enough.
I wanted my parents to tell me they would be there for me too but I already knew their views of teen pregnancy. I was scared and I stayed up late at night crying because I knew deep down that I wanted my baby but I never wanted my parents to stop talking to me. I wanted to be that role model for my younger sisters like they always said I should be I never wanted to lead to destruction and disappointment like they always said I would lead to I cared too much about what they will think and I lost sight of what really matters.
With fear I booked my appointment for an abortionon the day of the abortion I went out the house as normal as if I was going to sixth form. I met up with my boyfriend and we took a taxi there and in the car I can remember staring out the window praying for the car to crash just so I wouldn't go through with it.
We arrived at the clinic and my boyfriend wasn't allowed in there with me. I was called in and I had a scan. I kindly asked the lady for a picture of the scan and she gave it to me. I was ten weeks. I was then taken down to theatre where I was put to sleep.
When I woke up I felt a feelng of emptiness and guilt and from then I knew I regreted my abortion.
I had my own baby killed to please my parents who don't care about me. I still cry up to this day coz I would never get to hold my baby or get to see what it will look like and that breaks my heart.
I was meant to protect it and love it but instead I murdered it. I wish I can turn back time. My baby will still be here right now I hate myself for what I did.