After that all she saw was blackness. She didn’t remember anything after that. She woke up in the hospital four days later. The doctors said she had severe trauma to the head and a broken wrist. They had to operate. She came out of surgery fine. But on top of all that the doctors said she was pregnant. Yes, PREGNANT. She was raped. That was the only plausible answer. Violet was a pretty smart girl. She got all A’s made the honor roll every year and had an amazing voice. She could dance really well and she was extremely popular. Not popular like in the mean-girl “I’m better than you” sort of way; but that really nice girl sort of way. Violet was the girl who was in every club in school. She was the girl you went to for advice and help without the fear of being turned away. Even though she was the “good” girl she was still wanted by every boy and envied by every girl. Violet hardly every got into any trouble. She was still a virgin inexperienced; yet here she was pregnant and almost beaten to death. Everything was rushing past her as she lay in that small hospital bed. She was too young for all of this. “What will the kids at school say” she thought “What will my Nana say.” Violet’s Grandmother was very old-fashioned and sometimes took things the wrong way. But sure enough old Nana Irene came storming into the hospital room.