I was afraid at first,afraid of what pepole would say,family, him.I was alone, so alone i was happy cuz a child is sumthing special.But deep down inside i felt the terrible feeling of empyness.like i couldnt breath, i felt weak i couldnt carry on by myself.After all that i felt the depression came on,i knew i had to stay healthy for myself and for my baby,but the days got longer and my belly got bigger(at least i thought so)and no one knew the truth.The truth that he touched me,or that i couldnt be with anyone without that terrible nightmare come back to my head,and my body.After this came the thoughts of death when i lost my baby.My baby didnt live,why should I?