So, yeah. I felt like writing a little angsty one-shot. So, yeah.
April POV
I stared at that one sheet of paper. That one paper that changed my life. The HIV notification. And I looked at an already crinkled one. One that came the same day. One that I hid from Roger.
One that said I was pregnant.
I looked at the ceiling and on the knife that I was holding.
I ripped the paper to shreds. Both papers, in fact.
I grabbed a piece and a pen and went to the bathroom.
How could I be so stupid? Every mistake I regret now. And Roger, he'd NEVER forgive me. I let my tears fall.
I had AIDS. Ok. So what? Roger did too. I could live, with Roger, at least. But, my child! Baby! Thing! Inside of me! What's the point of killing it? Just give it a life with a timer. That's what it was like.
I couldn't have an abortion though. Too expensive and Roger would know.
So I scribbled down "We've Got AIDS".
I didn't want to trouble him with a child on his mind.
I brought the knife to my wrist and sliced. Another. Other wrist. The pain. Oh, I wished I didn't do this! Oh, my stupidity! My death! I regret it now!
"Oh, please GOD! Give me another chance! Please," I sobbed.
But it was too late. And I desevered what I got. The child wasn't Roger's. It was Matthew Coleman's. Also known as The Man.
So, that was my story! Short, eh?