as violated. And I was just a 17-year-old high school student. It was the worst night of my life. I remember it very well. I was home alone and went to bed early because I wasn't feeling very well. It took me a while to fall asleep. When I finally did, I was awakened by a huge, tall man standing over me. I called 911 as soon as I could, but the moment I finished saying my address, he put a cloth soaked in chloroform over my face. All I have to say about that night is thank goodness he didn't hold the fabric long enough so I was able to kick him off me, grab the phone and run outside to the police who had just arrived. I didn't go there. Then I went to school for almost two months. When I got home there were a lot of mean comments like "you're such a slut for getting pregnant at seventeen" and "what's up with you, getting pregnant at seventeen", but they had no idea what had happened that night, I was too scared and too embarrassed to tell anyone what had happened. I couldn't even tell my best friend, Becca, who I could tell everything to. I was in the dining room, sitting next to Becca, having a, whatever. you might call it, a "normal day" when this kid came up behind me and said "you're such a bitch", that's when I finally got fed up with all the mean comments and I got up and turned around angrier than ever and screamed, "I was raped, okay, it's not like I had a choice," and ran out from the dining room. Becca ran after me, Isabel, wait. I didn't stop running, I ran until I got out of school. Becca finally caught up and said to me, out of breath, "what happened-" "I don't want to talk about it," I interrupted her, "Isabel, we're practically like sisters , you can tell me everything" "Promise you won "I'm not telling anyone?"...... middle of paper...... me in a back room where she had prepared me for the operation once I entered the operating room my stomach started twisting and turning inside seeing all the tools they had for the operation they laid me down and. , as I did so, I heard a still loud voice saying: “Before I formed you in my mother’s womb I knew you, and before you were born I sanctified you I named you a prophet to the nations. Don't take the life of one of my children." As soon as I heard this, I burst into tears. All the doctors were surprised, I told them that I could not carry out the abortion. They all asked me why. I told them God spoke to me and I chose to listen and not proceed with the abortion. My mother and I walked out of that abortion clinic with our heads held high and I continued with the pregnancy. . I now have a beautiful baby boy named Blake. And I'm happy.