What is this thing....residing in me?
I want it out.
They said it could be President.
They said I should have this burden.
Why is that?
The pain...it was so intense, it kept me up at night.
The laws say I must keep it in me.
Even though I am only thirteen.
Please, help me.
A bad man put it inside of me.
He's away, locked up for ever and ever.
But his face will be on this....thing....
And I have to bring it into the world alone.
Mommy....it hurt. It hurt...so much....
Why do I have to live with this?
I'll see his face when the thing laughs.
He'll be laughing at me.
I couldn't take the pain....I'm sorry....
No one wanted to help me get rid of it.
They called me a Godless whore and a quitter.
So I decided to cut out the pain by myself...with a coat hanger.
Now, I'm looking at the blood spreading around me.
And the thing, still screaming, is writhing on the coat hanger.
I took it out.
I'm sorry, but I couldn't take it.
I'm starting to feel dizzy....I've lost too much blood.
As I fall to the floor, I look at the thing writhing beside me.
It's a boy.