She arrives home and starts having an inner conversation with herself:
What is it that I ever did to deserve this? My parents will be so disappointed in me. I’m scared … Maybe having an abortion will be the best option because no one will have to find out about any of this. I just can’t believe, that I’ll be taking HIV medication at such a young age. My uncle raped me but he’s living his best life out there. I can’t even tell my parents about this – he threatened me and made it clear that If I spill a word, I’ll be good as dead . My life is hell itself. I’ve always wanted to have a baby but not like this – not at this age. What will I say when my child starts asking me about his/ her father. I also don’t wanna have an abortion – it might do much harm to my body and I don’t care if it’s a foetus or what. All I know is that at the end of the day it’ll eventually form into a human being. I’m just so confused…
She enters her bedroom and throws herself on her bed and starts crying. Her mother enters while she’s sobbing and asks her: “What’s wrong Issy?”