Mom thinks I'm crazy. I know she does. Ever since I told her about my problems! You were all wrong you know. When you said telling her would help. It hasn't helped at all. Everything sucks now. I feel like a fugitive.

They sit there and starte at me, like I'm a wild animal. That any second I will ponce on their backs and attack! I should so attack! Then they will get what they are watching for.

There is one thing that keeps repating in the back of my mind. 'They all think you're crazy. They're all trying to get you. They all want you locked up somewhere so they don't have to deal with you.'

They hate dealing with me. I know it. You can see it in their eyes. They are discusted in me. They can't stand the fact that THIS is what I turned out to be. THIS is that... that... THING that made them stay together. That THING that is the cause of their problems. Their MISTAKE! That's what I am, I am their mistake.

That's what I am, that's what I;ve always been. A MISTAKE! Something that should have never happened that did. And now that they know what I've turned out to be, I bet if they went back in time they would get an abortion. Then they wouldn't have me as their problem. Then they wouldn't be together. Then they might be happier. I can tell that they aren't happy because of me. I'm the thing that came in they way of them doing what they wanted to do.

This is me, Nahilanyla Joanne Davidson. This is my story, not what they want you to hear.