It was a small, stark room, typical for a doctor’s office. Jars of cotton balls and Band-Aids sat on the counter. The faded blue and pink striped wallpaper was overpowered by the bright light. The doctor walked in and asked me if I was ready. I nodded as my whole body began to quiver with fear. He flipped a switch and the loud roar of a vacuum filled the room. It was over in a matter of minutes. The doctor threw his gloves away, brushed past me and quietly shut the door. I was left alone, in that glaring white room. I wanted to cry, but the tears just wouldn’t come. I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel. I had just killed my baby.
Losing My Innocence
When I went off to college, I was pretty naïve. I had never had a boyfriend; I’d never even been kissed.
One day, I ran into an old high school crush
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