~~Sakura P.O.V~~

Father is due home in a week. He is 39 and may be a grandfather. God. How could I have ended up pregnant?

This evil bunch of cells growing inside my body is ruining my life. I am carrying the spawn of Satan. I must go against my own morals and murder an innocent child who has done nothing.

I sit here and I wonder how can I explain this to my family. They are high class and expected to have well-behaved children. I'm not even meant to be having sex but I did and now I must suffer the consequences of my actions.

My life is royally screwed.

I turn my head towards my window in raw hatred and hope for rain to fall.

A drop falls onto the silver windowpane and trickles down quickly. I wonder how it must feel to be like that.

I sit and wonder. What would life be like if I went through with this pregnancy? What if I went through with it and died during the delivery. Wouldn't it be better that way?

The world would have one less whore walking around freely.

My heart breaks as I think about the effects of what I'm contemplating will have on everybody else.

I have been thinking for three days now and I know what I will do.

I am having an abortion. I must face up to my crime and take my punishment. If I'm old enough to create this child then I suppose I'm old enough to get rid of it.

I sit here and I realize something. I'm fifteen and pregnant. I am going to murder a child that was never given a chance in the world. I am robbing a human being of being great in this world.

Sometimes I close my eyes and think that Ill be a young child when they open. That I'll be happy and I won't have to worry about my clothes matching or my parents worrying about who's sleeping with whom. That I wont be of a higher class than the rest of the world and I wont have to worry about my love life.

Maybe if I'm lucky tomorrow I'll wake up and I wont be shattered.