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I didn't care what happened to my body anymore.

I was wanted to live.

I just wanted to get out alive.

I did not want my life to end that day in that way.

In 1992, 19-year-old Fabian Witherspoon was living in Charleston, West Virginia.

I was living with my fiancé. He was being sent to Alabama for boot camp for the Army.

We were living with his mother at the time. And while my fiance was going to be away at boot camp, she thought, well,

wouldn't you like your own space? My boss is going to go away and she has a cat. Would you like

to cat sit for her? And so I was a little nervous at first, but I did respect her offering me

some privacy and that little bit of time alone. So I said yes. In the morning of May 13th, I had decided to go to the health department downtown to get a

pregnancy test because I thought maybe I might, there might be a possibility that I was

pregnant.

So I didn't have a vehicle or bike or bicycle or anything.

So I had to walk down over the little bridge down into downtown Charleston.

So when I went to the health department, they did the pregnancy test, just urine test, and they said it was negative.

And we were hoping, but we weren't, you know, on any pressure to have a baby right away, but if it

happened, that was okay.

So I was on my way back. I wasn't really happy or sad.

It was a beautiful day outside, sunny, and I was just taking in the view and walking back. I saw a man that had a sign that said,

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