I woke up in the hospital. I had a miscarriage. I was kinda glad but wasn't. This baby didn't ask to be here. My uncle is a horrible man. I can only imagine what my auntie go thru with him. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. This shit is real. I pray I make it out alive. I can't take no more of this shit. I can't it's to much for me. It really is. My mom and auntie don't know what is going on with me. I'm scared to tell them what if they don't believe me though. I'm going to tell them soon

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