I'll Miss You

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This is based on a true story; some people close to me told me to write when I was feeling down, and this is the result of that. Not brilliant!

Submitted: June 21, 2013

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Submitted: June 21, 2013



So let me set the scene, it’s a cold October evening in 2010, you are the only person at home and you know you have to look at what’s in the box. However you’re too scared to, I mean you are only a 14 year old girl! This is me, this is my story; I’m Charlotte by the way!

Inside the box is the pregnancy test; it has been left for 10 minutes – that’s what the instructions told me to do (once I’d peed on it obviously). I finally looked. I collapsed in my bathroom. In tears. Merely 14 years and 2 months old, and pregnant. What do I do? I can’t do anything; I’m too young. I just go to my room, and eventually I got to sleep.


The next day, I woke up and thought it was all a dream. That was until I found the positive test under my pillow! Today was the day that I decided to tell him, the father. He had a right to know.

Fast forward a few hours, and I’m in the same position as the day before, home alone and crying. He said I was lying. To this day, (we’re in 2013 now) I haven’t spoken to him about much. It hurts too badly.


I was so careful during the pregnancy, and was going to tell my mum. The only problem was, I didn’t want to abort my child; she would have made me. I kept it hidden, yes I put on weight, but I just implied I was eating more junk food – she believed it! Until 17th January 2011. At 23 weeks pregnant, I go into labour.

This had to be the most painful thing I have ever been through. It was quick, about 2 ½ hour, I had a beautiful tiny daughter. Victoria Elizabeth, a name fit for a queen, and she was my princess! 4 hours later, she died.


Fast forward to now, mid 2013. I’m now 16, and I cry nearly every single day over my child. My mother thinks it is a good thing she died; she doesn’t understand why I cry about her all the time. My dad still doesn’t know. This is just a short story on how I have never gotten over the loss of someone close to me.

Victoria, if you’re reading this, I’m sure you will one day. Mummy loves you, she is happy now. One day you will have a little brother or sister, and when they’re old enough, I’ll talk about you. I miss you every single day. Sleep well my angel; I’ll be with you soon.

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