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I write this story to you to scare you and to warn others. I can't let this thing inside me stay here forever and kill me inside so you say. Its slowly controlling my life taking over and becoming what many call a non-living being. Now I have your attention right! . It something I cant control there is no one out there that knows how to treat this. Its pains me to think that there cannot be something done there cannot be a way out. I would love to think of a way to escape this to be rid of it but that is somewhat hard for me. It is hard for me to do anything right now but to sit here and think of what I could do to help myself. It feels like the walls are closing in becoming smaller becoming harder to deal with. Wait I fact they are closing in its becoming tighter harder to breathe. What is happening cant anyone help me save me please. Can you not hear me calling your name can you not see my face in pain can you not hear the screams of pain. How can you be so self-centered so unfeeling as to not help me. Oh I know what your going to say I never saw you I never relieved you were feeling this pain. How could you not you also felt this pain and you thought well I cant feel this pain either. The pain you felt was nothing compared to mine nothing even close the tears you shed the pain you felt nothing close. I envy you in a way because the pain you felt is something I could live with right now. How though how could you do this to me how could you put me through this much pain. Why do you set there and act like nothing is wrong when in fact everything is going wrong. I'm dying slowly drifting off I hate you; you will never have this closeness with me. You will never be with me wait I kind of like that. That pain you put me through only solidified my separation from you and I enjoy every minute of it. You monster you demon I hate you I will leave this place not knowing what I was meant for not realizing what my potential could be would be is. So your now asking yourself I don't know you but you do I was a part of you like your hands your legs but unlike them I needed you. That's why you had me killed because what better way to not take care of something as to not have it at all. How could you say it was the best for you it will be better for me, you don't know me at all. So yes maybe this was better for me maybe you saved both of us a lot of pain and sorrow but I would gladly change one day of life for this. I know your also wondering whom or what I am, you idiot I am your unborn baby your baby. Do you know what that means of coarse you don't you have no idea and will never know because i'm dying slowly inside you. They said it would not be painful and maybe it's not for you but you ended my life, you murderer. I could have been something someone but you killed me thank you. I will never see your face and I don't think I could bear to look at it the person who destroyed my life. There will be others brothers and sisters I hope by then you realize the pain you put me through and make a far better choice in there life. For now on you cannot touch me cannot hurt me cannot be around me are you happy, I am. You will one day look back on this event and say what did I do and I hope you do I wish I could but I cant. So how do you feel how much better do you feel about this situation that's going to save your life. Well I know how I feel oh wait no I don't because I am dead.

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