Finding Myself...

This story is mainly written like a proper story but part of it is letters!

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1. The Dream

I looked down at the baby in my arms and my heart thudded, one tear trickled down my cheek, then another, followed by another until they were absolutely streaming down my face. Why me? I felt so bad as I remembered that night, that horrible night when things had gotten out of hand at a party. Me and my boyfriend hadn't realised what we were doing. He had left me since then and I was with someone else. Someone who didn't know that I was pregnant. Well they weren't to know if even I didn't know! He was sure to leave me. I looked around and tried to find a place to leave the baby. I just couldn't keep her, I couldn't. I saw a bin at the far end of the alleyway I was in and ran towards it, needing to get rid of the baby. I opened the lid and gently put her on top of the newspapers that  were lying there. I walked away and as I was about to walk onto the street I turned and blew a kiss to my baby that I was abandoning. As I walked away with my hands in my pockets I hoped that someone would find her before she died...

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I woke with a scream. That dream was so realistic, I thought as thunder rumbled through the sky. A flash of lightning tore the sky apart and I sighed and tried to get my breathing back to normal. Could my dream have meant anything? I hoped not. Just to make sure I quickly got dressed and ran to the store to get a pregnancy test. I went into the bathrooms. Negative. I bought another one to check. Positive. I panicked and ran to buy another one. Positive again. As the truth settled in I ran to get an advanced test to see how far along I was. It read 2 weeks. As I read it I threw up. I had to go home and tell my mum...

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