Ten weeks ago marked the night of my best friend Gabby Charlestons, Halloween party. I remember being so glad that we were on break that I let her talk me into letting loose for a change and drinking all night long. After about the tenth drink, things got a little cloudy and drinks seemed to be going down faster. I remember dancing with a guy. He was tall, well taller then my 5'4" at least. He had short brown hair and blue eyes, that looked like deep pools of water. His tanned skin glistened with sweat as we danced together all night, when he grabbed my hand and pulled me into an empty bedroom. I didn't stop him.

I didn't know his name, why didn't I ask for his name.

I felt tears pool my eyes beneath the lids and I blinked until they streamed down my face. Standing in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom with my hands on my stomach. I cried. I cried for me. I cried for my unborn child. I didn't know what I was going to do, I am a junior in college. I am only 23. This wasn't supposed to be my life, I wasn't supposed to be a mother before I graduated.

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