Staying in Love With My Soul
My name is Sonny. I'm a normal eighteen-year-old living in Hollywood, Los Angeles. All my friends pressured me to do it...to give myself up to Chad. They said it was the only way to show true love...and I believed them. I used to cry every night...crouched up in a fetal position, my head down so my raven-colored hair could cover my eyes.
Sometimes I hate myself for what I did. However, nothing made me feel worse than when I looked at the pregnancy tester in front of me. It was positive. After I saw that, I ran into my room, screamed until my throat went numb, closed my eyes so tight the pulse began to break, ripped my hair out, then cried for about three hours. I couldn't even take care of myself...How on earth could I raise a baby?
I couldn't...that's when I did one of the worst things I could...I told Chad. Not even my parents knew, but he had to. He was scared, I understood that... But I'll never forget what he told me..."Get an abortion."
I never understood faith. My parents really didn't have a religion, but they taught me right from wrong.
A fetus...A simple, pure being. Some said they weren't people until their mothers gave birth to them. Others considered them over-developed stem cells: stem cells, to many, are just a substitute for medicine-not life forms at all.
Feeling every individual drop of water hit my body, I grabbed each shoulder with the opposite hand, letting the air go from hot to freezing cold all around me. Abortion: glorified murder to some. A desperate way out for others. I rubbed my swollen stomach gently. You're a part of me, I thought.
In my life, I've done some horrible things...If I could, I'd let it all go, forget everything, but I can't. Did I dare take a life? Kill the very thing I brought into existence?
Other people have always been there to make my decisions for me. I was always a little girl, never a woman. Chad has a piece of my heart and soul, and the use of my body. It's about time I did something for myself.
The baby would suffer as my child. I could never be a mother. There was only way to fix my mistake:
"I'd like to put my baby up for adoption," I said, rubbing my stomach. "...Everyone deserves to live."
Every fetus, whether it came from legitamite sex or rape is still a living being, just smaller. Pregnancy is a scary thing, but abortion is far worse, and its effects don't wear off after the baby dies, no matter what the media's told us. Be strong, nothing is too hard to live through. Love all life...Please