[6] Jocelyn

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You lay on your bed,

Staring at the ceiling.

Your hands rest on your stomach,

Where the life only you can protect,

Is lying down to sleep.

You feel a tiny bump,

But no one believes you.

You’ve gained a few pounds,

But no one believes you.

The baby is starting to grow,

But no one believes you.

You have no one left.

Your friends,

Abandoned you.

They could never accept you again,

No matter what your parents reassure you.

Jake,

Dumped you.

He would never go back to you again,

Baby or not.

Your parents,

Control you.

They make your hard decisions for you,

Even though you want to make them yourself.

Your sister,

Doesn’t understand.

She thinks she’s getting a baby sister,

Even though you tell her she’s wrong.

Nathan,

Didn’t choose you.

He probably never would.

But you had other things,

That require your attention.

Could you listen to your parents,

And kill your baby?

Could you destroy the first life,

That you’ve started to create?

Could you live with yourself,

After it’s dead?

You decide that you can’t,

No matter how it would affect you.

Your life would never go back to normal,

Baby or not.

But how could you convince your parents,

When they are positive things will be fine,

Perfect,

Ordinary?

You still wouldn’t have friends,

Jake,

Your parents on your side,

Or Nathan.

Fact:

He had more important things to worry about.

Fiction:

He would tell you what those things are.

Fact:

He told you he cares.

Fiction:

He was telling the truth.

Fact:

You thought he was your best friend.

Fiction:

He was.

Fact:

He is more interesting than anyone you’ve met.

Fiction:

He thought the same about you.

Fact:

You reply all the memories in your head.

Fiction:

You can make them stop.

Fact:

You think you love him.

Fiction:

He,

Loves,

You.

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