heres the saddest thing i can think of, a girl, who is still in highschool, who has very good grades is walking to her best friends house to get her for a birthday party, she walks the same way she always does, a man starts following her, she thinks nothing of it until he walks up right behind her, puts his hand over her mouth and proceeds to rape her, she cries as she crawl to her friends house, too weak to walk, she tell her friend what happened and the her friends parents call the police and the girls parents, the police show up as do her parents, the police look and search, but never find the man, a week after the incident, the girl finds out that she is pregnant, and it is against her religion to get an abortion so she has to keep it, it grows inside of her, everyone in school thinking that shes easy and will get with any guys, her marks start to drop, everyone starts to make fun of her.
every night when she gets home she is a little sadder, until eventually she starts to cry 4 months into the pregnancy, every night she cries more and more, until she cries her self to sleep every night, another 4 months go by, still the police havent found the person who raped her, every time the baby kicks inside of her stomach it is a dagger in her heart, a reminder to how she had her innocence taken from her, everyone at school hates her, they say, she should have fought back, should have been stronger, she starts to believe that it is her fault for what happened, but still she keeps on going, its the week of highschool finals, she needs to past the tests in order to graduate, she has completed every test except for the last one, as she walks in to the room, her water breaks, she is rushed to the hospital and gives birth, she fails that final class and cant graduate because of it.
13 years later, she is working at a wallmart, every night she comes home to her now teenage son telling her how much he hates her and wishes that she would die, she keeps on going though, saying its just a faze, its just a faze, she has to work 12 hours a day just to get by, every day.
its two days before christmas now, the woman gets up and finds her son in the kitchen having breakfast, she tries to make small talk, but he doesnt say anything to her, she keeps on trying, saying how on christmas theyll go and visit her parents and everything will get better, she walks up behind him and puts her hand on his shoulder, he turns around and hits her, she falls to the floor, tears rolling down her face now, he screams as loud as he can, never touch me again. the mother is heart broken and gets up, grabs her car keys and drives to work, crying the whole time, while at work the woman writes a note, trying to tell her son how sorry she is for not being able to be a better mother, saying how that she loves him and will try harder, her feeling a little bit happier, hoping for the best, hoping that he will atleast say thank you drives home, its late out and its storming, she drives slow, and then, a car comes out of no where in her lane and hits her, she dies instantly at the scene, the police show up, both her and the driver of the other car dead, the letter never makes it to her son, but the police identify the man who was in the other vehicle
it was the man who raped her all of those years ago.
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