I was in excruciating pain and I told you that I needed to go to the hospital. So we drove there. I swear you were going as slow as you could possibly go. I killed my baby. My baby died. And I felt guilty and sad and dirty and disgusting and unworthy. And so you beat me because you found out that it wasnt going to be your child. You found out that i was having sex with other people. Your own daughter. What goes through that head i will never know. Today I am covered in green and yellow bruises and small blood blister things. I just wwant to curl up in a ball and be back in my mothers womb. I would choke myself with the umbilical cord. I would die.