I tried not to let the tears escape my eyes. I couldn't help it, though. This was the worst thing I had ever experienced and I'm honestly surprised I haven't broken down crying yet. I mean, I knew this was a possibility, but to see it happen right before my eyes was definitely different. I hated it and I wanted to forget about it already."Are you ready?" The nurse questioned, staring at me expectantly.I swallowed thickly, shaking my head. "I-I'm fine. Can you just do it?" I stuttered, wiping the tears away with the sleeve of my sweater.The nurse sighed. "Alright." She nodded. "I want you to lay down on the examination table and pull up your shirt, dear."I bit my lip and nodded. I laid down on the metal table and pulled my shirt over my head. Once I was done, the nurse put a cold gel pack on my stomach and placed it over the area where the baby was supposed to be located. Then she reached for a thermometer, which I assumed was for checking my temperature. I closed my eyes tightl
When she finally left the room once again, I lay back down and stared down at the blanket draped over my body. I had been laying there for at least half an hour now, and I had already started to feel extremely tired. It didn't take very long for me to fall asleep, and before I knew it I was fast asleep once again. When I woke up, I found myself lying in bed for the second time that week. I wasn't really sure how long I had actually slept, but it felt like it had been longer than I expected. I stretched my arms above my head and rolled over onto my side. I yawned deeply and stretched once again before sitting up on the edge of the mattress. Everything still hurt and I still ached all over, but I managed to force myself to get up and make my way downstairs to the cafeteria. I made my way past the nurses station and towards the elevator, but when I arrived at the cafeteria I noticed that the place was empty except for one person sitting by himself near the corner. He wore a black t
I sat there at the hospital, staring at the ceiling and wondering if I could ever accept being a mother. I tried to remind myself that things will work out eventually, but my doubts remained. I wanted to believe that I could get through this and survive, but I was starting to doubt myself. I didn't know if I could get over this especially since I was only twenty-two years old. Would I be able to stay strong? Would I be able to keep going and move on? Would I be able to overcome everything that I've gone through in my short life so far? If I lost all hope then I wouldn't have a chance anymore. I'm scared of losing everyone, I really am, but right now all I want to do is run away from everything and pretend like none of this has happened. Maybe it's not the best idea, but I don't think I'll be able to stop myself unless I try. At the very least, I'm willing to try.When I got home from the hospital I decided to take a nap instead of going straight home to sleep. I couldn't risk fal
"Well, maybe you should give it another shot." She said before leaning forward and pecking me on the cheek. "Now get out of the car, we're already wasting valuable time, remember?"After opening the door, I hopped out of the car and made my way to the shop. A couple of minutes after entering the shop, I noticed Aunt Rachel sitting near the cashier counter reading a magazine whilst sipping on her coffee. I quickly ran up to her and smiled sheepishly as I greeted her."Good afternoon!" I said cheerfully."Hello dearie." She replied in return. "How was your day?""It was alright, how about yours?"Aunt Rachel set her magazine down on the counter and reached up to ruffle my hair. "It was okay. It was the same as always, really, nothing exciting happened."I rolled my eyes as I grabbed an empty stool and sat down next to her."Did you manage to find anything for today?" I inquired.She nodded slowly. "I did. Although I had to go shopping again." She said in an annoyed tone.I laughed lig
I swallowed thickly and stared at the wall in front of me. After a moment, I shook my head again."I don't want to burden you.." I said quietly, avoiding her gaze."Oh, honey, you won't. I love being here for you. Besides, I never minded dealing with problems that involved you."I looked at her briefly then, and my expression softened at the sight of her reassuring smile. After a few moments of silence, I eventually gathered enough courage to speak. I knew I couldn't avoid it forever, but I also knew it was better for me to just spit it out and get over with it."...I'm sorry for keeping everything a secret from you, Aunt Rachel." I murmured quietly. "I was scared that you wouldn't approve.""Don't worry about that sweetheart." She insisted. "Just tell me what's bothering you."I hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and finally meeting her gaze."I haven't been honest about things with you, Aunt Rachel."Her brows furrowed as she listened intently."My father was murder
"They looked nice."Aunt Rachel smiled warmly at me. "Yes, they did. And that' s probably because they're together in heaven now."I bit my lip anxiously and averted my gaze, unsure if I believed that. I pushed the photo of the couple to the side and continued to eat my breakfast. I was grateful when Aunt Rachel left shortly after, but I knew there was no doubt in my mind that she would bring back some flowers tomorrow and leave them on my bedside table.I decided it would be best for everyone if I didn't talk to Aunt Nona anymore. I hadn't realized how close we had become. She was so kind and understanding of my feelings, but I knew that if I continued talking about it, she'd find out everything. She had enough to deal with, and I didn't want to drag her down.After breakfast I went outside to play in the snow for a short while before returning inside. Aunt Nona came through the backdoor while I was playing on the floor."Hello Sweetheart," she greeted, smiling. "Are you alright?"
"Sweetie?" Aunt Rachel rushed forward and gently grabbed my shoulders as she stared at me worriedly. "Hey, Sweetie, are you alright?"I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak. All I could do was sit there and stare straight ahead blankly, tears slowly running down my face as I tried to catch my breath."Sweetie?"The name slipped past my lips like a whisper as my body continued to shiver uncontrollably. I wanted so badly to cry out in agony, but nothing came out of my mouth. No words or cries escaped me. Instead I continued to stare forward blankly, my hands clutching desperately at my chest. I felt my aunt shake me slightly as she whispered words of reassurance to me.I looked at her sadly, watching as her face contorted in anger as she held back her tears. I couldn't remember the last time I saw her crying. She always seemed so composed. Now she was shaking violently and her hands were firmly pressed against her eyes to try and stop herself from crying. I wanted to comfort her, but I
I hopped out of the car and followed my aunt inside. We bought two boxes of cereal from the nearest aisle then continued to the cashier at the front. We sat on the counter while we waited for our money to be scanned. When our groceries were paid for, we thanked the cashier and returned to the car.We drove down the road again in silence."Where are we going?" I finally questioned."There's someone I need to meet first before we leave," replied Aunt Rachel calmly.I frowned slightly as she put the car into gear and continued to drive. We drove past several different shops before eventually making a way on the street we lived on. Once again, Aunt Rachel turned onto another road, this one heading further out in the city. We kept driving, taking turns occasionally turning onto side roads. Every couple of minutes, we would pass a restaurant or grocery store.After what seemed like hours, we finally reached a small cottage situated beside the main street."This is where I live," Aunt Rac