The Test
It was a December day, it was cold and gloomy.
I went into work that day; it was a month since he had been up to visit.
I was late for three weeks.
It was 10 days after I turned 16.
I should’ve been happy.
I remember stealing the test from work because no one had the slightest clue of what he did to me.
I was embarrassed, ashamed.
It was only a $12 pregnancy test.
I didn’t have money though.
And I never thought I’d have to take a pregnancy test at 16.
And I didn’t want to do a save slip because then my boss could find out about it.
I told my coworker that day that I’d be right back; I just had to use the bathroom.
I stuck the pregnancy test in my sweatshirt pocket.
I went to the bathroom and followed the directions on the box.
I waited impatiently, shaking and going through how I would tell him the results and how he would react.
If it was negative, he’d be happy,
If it was positive though…
That’s a different story.
I looked down at the test and it showed that it was positive.
My heart sunk and I broke down.
My worst fear came true.
I took a picture of it so I could show him proof.
I debated just telling him it was negative.
But he would get it out of me one way or another.
I pulled myself together and went out the back door of the stock room and threw the test in the dumpster.
I went back to work like everything was fine.
After work, I sent him the picture and told him that it was positive.
I remember hoping it could’ve been a false positive.
A week after he left I was late.
I didn’t think anything of it….
Then I was late in December again…
No one knew about anything.
I told him and we got into an argument about what to do.
He wanted me to get an abortion or for me to do something that would harm the baby.
I never went to the doctor. I was too scared.
It was the middle of February.
I was done with everything.
I had kept it a secret.
No one knew.
One night I overdosed.
He had told me to kill myself.
That no one needed me.
Me overdosing ended up killing my baby.
I started bleeding.
I felt horrible.
I remember being hospitalized for cutting.
They did a pregnancy test like usual and it came back negative.
I feel lost and empty.
I was 16.
I killed my baby……
He was happy after I told him that the test came back negative after what I had done.
I hate myself.
And wish I never did it.
But I would’ve never been able to take care of the baby.
I don’t know what to do as this is a secret I keep from family and friends.
Only two people know about this and they left because of it.
They left because who would want to be friends with someone like me?