I can't breathe, my vision is blurred, and my thought are all over the place. What should I do? I'm to young to have a baby! What will Grams say? Prue? Piper? How could I be so stupid.

I take a deep breathe. I have options, I don't have to have it. It? Oh god, I sound so, so horrible. I choke back a sob, I can't wake everyone up this late at night.

"Phoebe? Is that you?" came a sleepy voice from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Yeah Piper, it's me." I say, forcing the sorrow out of my voice.

"Are you ok?" Piper replies.

"I'm fine just cramps," I answer, I won't have one of those for a while.

"Oh, it's about time you started, I almost thought you where pregnant," I freeze.

"Ha," I fake a laugh.

"Well, goodnight," I hear footsteps going down the hall.

Tomorrow. I will handle this tomorrow, right now I need to sleep. I walk slowly down the hall, not wanting to walk anyone else up. Of course I step on the one squeaky board we have in the whole house. I hear noise coming from Gram's room, then silence. I breathe in relief.

THE NEXT MORNING

"Good morning San Francisco…," I hit the alarm button. Today is the day, I can't help but feel nervous. Take a deep breathe. I have to do this, I don't think I'll ever work up the courage again. I grab my keys and walk down the stairs.

The waiting room smells of antiseptics and well, a waiting room. I sit next to a women reading a magazine. I can't help but wonder what she's doing here. She looks up and then at me. She gives a small smile and looks back down at the magazine. I feel a little better now that someone has smiled at me, maybe I am doing the right thing.

"Phoebe Halliwell," a nurse, who must have just walked in, says.

I stand up and can't help but feel light-headed. I walk slowly towards the door the nurse is holding open for me. She smiles. The second person today to smile at me. Tears feel my eyes. Why do I want to cry? I don't even know the person growing inside of me.

I must have been lost in thought, because the next thing I knew we where in the room.

"The doctor will be here soon," she said in a sweet voice before leaving. The doctor. This is really happening, it's not just a dream. Hold it together Phoebe, you can do this. I look at the clock, I'm inpatient and scared.

"Hello Phoebe, my name is Dr. Richards," the man said as he pulls his wheeling chair up to me.

"H-hello," I say with my voice shaking.

"Now this is very simple and it will only feel like the cramps you have on your period," he says as he looks at my chart.

"O-ok," I stuttered again.

"Trust me, you're making the right choice."

I offer a half smile and can feel the tears run down my face. He hands me a pill and a paper cup full of water. I swallow the lump in my throat. I can do this, I can do this. I close my eyes and place the pill in my mouth, swallowing the pill dry.

The doctor gives me a little hug and I breakdown, sobbing so loud I know the people in the next room can hear. This is the hardest thing I will ever have to do. I look out the window and see the blue sky. Did I make the right choice?

I may never know.