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It was a rainy night and the house was empty.  It was just us.  When he left reluctantly I watched him disappear into the darkness, a wide grin spreading across my face.  The street was empty.  The roar of his motorcycle soon faded into silence.

As I turned to go inside pushing the door shut gently behind me, I heard it.  It sounded like it was far away, but it was clear enough.  The screeching of tires soon followed by a loud crash.  It sounded like a cheesy sound effect from a cartoon.  My face instantly hardened and I ran. I ran and I saw flashing lights, but I kept running.  I kept running until I was right there in front of it all.

The lights, the noise, the hurried bodies rushing past me all just blended into the background.  His bike was across the road, but he was there.  Lying on the cold ground in a pool of blood.  I ran again.  I ran so I was crouched over him, my hand on his bleeding chest.  I cried, I had been crying, but I felt it now.  I ignored the shouts of the police who told me to step away and get behind the line.  They pulled me away, and I couldn't do anything about it.  I was escorted home while the officer tried to comfort me.

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Today on February the Seventeenth We Lay Edward Anthony Mason Down To Rest In Peace...

I couldn't take it.  The watchful eyes.  Watching his casket go into the ground.  I had to leave, so I did.

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"You're what?!"

"I'm pregnant, Jules."

"How?  Was it Anthony?"

"Yes."

"Shit!  What are you going to do about it?  Did you tell your mom?  Are you keeping it?"

"I don't know! Maybe."

"I'm coming over.  Right now."

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She dropped me off on her way to work.  She wanted to stay, but she said she couldn't.  That's okay.  I didn't want her there.  I got out of the car and she drove off.  I turned around to face it.  The abortion clinic.  It didn't look like much.  A regular old building.  I walked in ignoring the warnings from protesters outside.  They weren't making this any easier.

I didn't want to be here.  We had this fight many times. There was no way I could get an abortion and live with it.  But she insisted.  I'm your legal guardian, I make this decision.  You're too young.  Is what she had told me.  Now as I sit in the waiting room, I see how many other girls are here my age.  They didn't know.  They didn't know what they do to you, to your child.  How they kill and don't let you know.  You'll never get to see it, but I knew.  I knew and I knew I couldn't do it.  I went up to the receptionist and when she asked me if I would like to sign in I asked her how she could do it.  Watch so many women come in and out knowing that their baby is being killed.  She started crying and said she needed the money more than anything.

I walked back to my seat and found another woman, slightly older than I was there next to my seat.  I asked her if she would do me a favor and she agreed.

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"Ms. Michaels there is an important phone call for you in the office."

"I'm on my way to Chem Lab."

"It will be excused."

--

"Hello?"

"Is this Jules?"

"Yes, wh--"

"One moment please."

"Jules?  Listen closely, I am your mother, okay?"

"Yes, mother."

"Now tell them that your mother's car broke down on 650 and you need to pick her up so she can be with her sister who is very ill in the hospital.  Then when you leave I need you to come pick me up form Moore St. and Taunton, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be there."

"Bye."

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I was six months pregnant.  I was with Jules at the doctors for my monthly ultrasound.  I came out with pictures.  It was a boy.  I was having a baby boy.  Jules was ecstatic, but I couldn't bring myself to be as happy as her.

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It's September now and I'm lying in a hospital bed in a hospital gown.  Jules was next to me, of course.  I was sweaty from the twenty three hours of labor.  I was tired, and I was crying.  My baby boy was born blue.  I got to look at his face briefly.  He was dead.  My only baby was born dead.  I was only sixteen.  It wasn't supposed to be like this.

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Today on September the Seventeenth We Lay Edward Anthony Mason Jr. Down To Rest In Peace...

Goodbye My Baby.

Description
It was a rainy night and the house was empty.  It was just us.  When he left reluctantly I watched him disappear into the darkness, a wide grin spreading across my face.  The street was empty.  The roar of his motorcycle soon faded into silence.

As I turned to go inside pushing the door shut gently behind me, I heard it.  It sounded like it was far away, but it was clear enough.  The screeching of tires soon followed by a loud crash.  It sounded like a cheesy sound effect from a cartoon.  My face instantly hardened and I ran. I ran and I saw flashing lights, but I kept running.  I kept running until I was right there in front of it all.

The lights, the noise, the hurried bodies rushing past me all just blended into the background.  His bike was across the road, but he was there.  Lying on the cold ground in a pool of blood.  I ran again.  I ran so I was crouched over him, my hand on his bleeding chest.  I cried, I had been crying, but I felt it now.  I ignored the shouts of the police who told me to step away and get behind the line.  They pulled me away, and I couldn't do anything about it.  I was escorted home while the officer tried to comfort me.

------------------------------------

Today on February the Seventeenth We Lay Edward Anthony Mason Down To Rest In Peace...

I couldn't take it.  The watchful eyes.  Watching his casket go into the ground.  I had to leave, so I did.

-----------------------------------

"You're what?!"

"I'm pregnant, Jules."

"How?  Was it Anthony?"

"Yes."

"Shit!  What are you going to do about it?  Did you tell your mom?  Are you keeping it?"

"I don't know! Maybe."

"I'm coming over.  Right now."

---------------------------------

She dropped me off on her way to work.  She wanted to stay, but she said she couldn't.  That's okay.  I didn't want her there.  I got out of the car and she drove off.  I turned around to face it.  The abortion clinic.  It didn't look like much.  A regular old building.  I walked in ignoring the warnings from protesters outside.  They weren't making this any easier.

I didn't want to be here.  We had this fight many times. There was no way I could get an abortion and live with it.  But she insisted.  I'm your legal guardian, I make this decision.  You're too young.  Is what she had told me.  Now as I sit in the waiting room, I see how many other girls are here my age.  They didn't know.  They didn't know what they do to you, to your child.  How they kill and don't let you know.  You'll never get to see it, but I knew.  I knew and I knew I couldn't do it.  I went up to the receptionist and when she asked me if I would like to sign in I asked her how she could do it.  Watch so many women come in and out knowing that their baby is being killed.  She started crying and said she needed the money more than anything.

I walked back to my seat and found another woman, slightly older than I was there next to my seat.  I asked her if she would do me a favor and she agreed.

-----------------------------

"Ms. Michaels there is an important phone call for you in the office."

"I'm on my way to Chem Lab."

"It will be excused."

--

"Hello?"

"Is this Jules?"

"Yes, wh--"

"One moment please."

"Jules?  Listen closely, I am your mother, okay?"

"Yes, mother."

"Now tell them that your mother's car broke down on 650 and you need to pick her up so she can be with her sister who is very ill in the hospital.  Then when you leave I need you to come pick me up form Moore St. and Taunton, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be there."

"Bye."

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I was six months pregnant.  I was with Jules at the doctors for my monthly ultrasound.  I came out with pictures.  It was a boy.  I was having a baby boy.  Jules was ecstatic, but I couldn't bring myself to be as happy as her.

-----------------------

It's September now and I'm lying in a hospital bed in a hospital gown.  Jules was next to me, of course.  I was sweaty from the twenty three hours of labor.  I was tired, and I was crying.  My baby boy was born blue.  I got to look at his face briefly.  He was dead.  My only baby was born dead.  I was only sixteen.  It wasn't supposed to be like this.

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Today on September the Seventeenth We Lay Edward Anthony Mason Jr. Down To Rest In Peace...

Goodbye My Baby.