My life was just like yours. Simple. I had the perfect family that sat at the dining room table all together discussing their terrible day. I had dreams, hope, faith, all you can name. I had a marvelous boyfriend that cared for me than I cared for myself. I had wonderful friends that stuck with me through anything and everything. I was getting impressive grades in school, pretty good for Rouge. I had a pretty cool part-time job at Best Buy which was on the highway right around the corner from my high school. Nothing, I mean nothing could have ruined my life...except for this moment.

I lay on my bed, rubbing my stomach. I felt so bloated, so fat. My skin was pale and you could see my veins like my arms were transparent. My feet were swollen and my breast, tender. Tears soaked my eyes, until they were dry and red. They felt swollen and sticky. I wiped the dried tears on my fat cheeks, dreading this moment. I run my hands through my dry, lifeless hair. I cough and wheeze, and grab my cup of water, sitting on my nightstand. I sip from the tall cool glass. Smiling at the savoring moment, then quickly frowning again. I was sick. Never this sick though. Everything hurts. From the tip of my nose to the tip of my toes, ached.

I hear a car door slam shut outside and I know it's either mom or Nails.

"Rouge?" It was Nails. I heard the keys slam on the kitchen counter and her purse collide with the dining room chair. Her heels click-clacked against the tiled floor. She was getting closer to my door. I could hear her heels going up the steps. She opens the door. "Hey."

"Hi." I saw weak and crusty. I scratch my arm and rub my stomach again, feeling like I was going to vomit.

"How ya' holding up?" She slowly comes over to me, rubbing my back and snaking her hands through my hair.

"Not good. I feel like shit." We both snicker for a moment and put or foe-heads together.

"You'll be alright, probably just a stomach virus." She plants a kiss on my forehead, and walks out of my room. I roll onto my back, immediately getting dizzy and nauseous. I traced the pattern in my comforter, the long swirly petal on the huge purple lilac.

...

"Doesn't that food smell weird?" I ask, peeling from a banana.

My friends all look around puzzled, one by one sniffing the food on their lunch trays.

"Nope." Amy says, going back to eating it.

I gag. "It's smells like butt."

Silver and Blaze laugh at my comment.

"Rouge, maybe your still sick." Sonic says, happily biting away at his chili dog.

Knuckles nods his head and takes a huge bite out of his cheeseburger.

I stare at my nude banana, even the banana smelled odd. I throw it out.

"ROUGE! You just threw out a PERFECTLY good banana!" Sonic throws his hands in the air.

"...so?" I say, pulling my mirror out of my tote to re-apply my smudged eye-liner.

"Your totally sick. You never turn down a good banana." Shadow said, looking over at me.

"Symptoms?" Amy asks, holding her hand out to take my mirror and make-up.

I frown. "But my eyel-"

"Put it in the hand, rougie-girl." Amy snaps.

I hand it over. "Well, dizziness, nausea, every part of my body hurts, my breast are very sensitive..." the boys giggle and I roll my eyes, "and vomiting."

The table gets silent. I get silent. What the hell is wrong with me?

...

I lay across my bed, resting my upper-body across my huge valentine bear my father got me 3 years ago. It huge arms wrapped me up in a warm and comfortable hug. I could lay like this forever. I rub my stomach and stare at my purple painted wall. Tears ran down eyes. New, fresh tears. They kept running out, never stopping. In my other hand, held to test. The test that proved, right or wrong. The test that would change your perspective about everything. When you take this test, your eyes open to the possibility of it being true. Now you know, this shit isn't a game. It's real! The test is the life-changer. It either brings you up on your feet and brushes you off, kissing your boo-boos. Or it pushes you down and kicks dirt at you, leaving your wounds open and alive for everyone to see, and feel shame.
This test is called 'The Pregnancy Test.'

I can't even bear to look at it. It's been showing the results, for two hours and I haven't glanced at it yet. I didn't want to know the end. I didn't want to face the fact that a living-being could be growing inside of me. I didn't want to know. But I have to. I rub my stomach.

"If you're in there, I just want to know that you're a mistake." I whisper soft words at my belly.

I look at the test, finally look at it, after 2 whole hours passed by. Someone gave me the slight courage to face the fact. To face reality. In the little corner it presented the "+" sign, and my eyes grew blurry with tears and I drowned in them.