Warning

 

She seemed ordinary, but she was completely different. Agnieszka, for that was her name, had dark hair that fell in waves. She was very shapely and well-groomed. Her beauty was extraordinary, she was beautiful. She was not your average teenager. She had everything, everything anyone could desire. She had loving parents. A boyfriend who loved her more than life itself and wouldn't leave her for anything in the world. She had no shortage of money. She received it for her every whim, she could have whatever she wanted. Her parents allowed her everything. She was spoiled. That's true, but to what extent can one be spoiled??? It's as spoiled as it gets. Despite having it all, she constantly complained that something was missing. She couldn't appreciate what she had. She thought it was hers forever. No one would ever take it away from her. She thought everything belonged to her. Only later did she realize how wrong she was and how intolerant she had been. Her entire life had crashed down on her in a single day. The day she found out she was pregnant. At that moment, she felt as if everything had drained out of her. Yet she thought everyone would forgive her for her outburst. Right after her appointment with the gynecologist, she went to her boyfriend; she had to tell him, she couldn't hide it. After all, he would notice anyway… When she reached his apartment building, she stopped and pondered for a moment how to tell him. She timidly opened the door to the stairwell and went inside. She went to the third floor and knocked on the door. Her boyfriend's mother opened the door.

"Hello, is there Piotrek?" she said quietly and timidly.

"Yes, sir. Come in. Piotruś is in his room."

She went to the door and knocked three times, as she always did. She heard a loud "Come in," and entered. She greeted him as always. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and began this difficult conversation.

"Piotruś, we need to talk very seriously. I have something to tell you."

"What happened?" the boy asked anxiously.

"It's about..." her voice broke; she couldn't finish.

"Come on, sweetie," he urged her. "

It's about... It's about the fact that I'm three months pregnant," she said, stuttering.

"What are you talking about? That's not my baby. You can't be pregnant with me. You'll ruin my life. Go away with her and never let me see you again. I don't want to know you. You should have thought about what you were doing beforehand, instead of telling me we'd have a brat."

She couldn't take it anymore and ran out of the house with tears in her eyes.

She wondered what to do, she was only 16 and already had a child. After a long walk, she entered the house. Immediately at the door, she told her parents to go to the living room because she needed to talk to them. When she entered the living room, her parents were already sitting on the couch.

She took a deep breath and began

- Mom, Dad, I have very important news for you

- Tell me, daughter, the match is about to start - her father urged her.

"I'm pregnant," she said, and felt faint. She fainted. Her parents called an ambulance, and she went to the hospital. When she woke up, there was a huge argument. Afterward, she fainted again. When she woke up, her parents were gone. She could have left the hospital in a week. During that time, neither of her parents had visited her. No one even came to pick her up at the hospital. She headed home. When she arrived, her parents' car was gone. She went inside. There was no furniture, nothing. Only a note hung in the hallway:

"You've made a brat, now you can fend for yourself. We're leaving you the house so you can have a roof over your head. But don't count on us anymore. We'll never see you again. To us, you no longer exist."

She burst into tears. She went to the bathroom, and surprisingly, all her belongings were there. She took her father's razor and slit her wrists. No one saved her, because no one was with her. Now her ghost haunts this house. I can't go to heaven. Because she not only committed suicide, but also murder. She killed an unborn being.

She couldn't appreciate what life had given her, she squandered it. She saw only one solution—death!

Now she's paying for what she did.

May her life serve as a warning to others...