AN: So... Confession time? I hate pregnancy stories. They always used to rub me the wrong way. But lately I've been warming up to them. So here's my attempt at one. I actually did a bit of research and I tried my best to make this as accurate and realistic as possible but don't shoot me if I manage to mess up a few facts please.
I sink to my bathroom floor the little white wand clattering to the floor joining the others beside me. There is a stream of tears falling down my face. I feel nothing though. My whole being has become numb. It's as if my brain is paralyzed. I close my eyes and pray that this is all just a nightmare that I have yet to wake up from. I pinch myself. Nothing. I splash water on my face. Nothing. I pinch myself again. Absolutely nothing. The reality of the situation washes over me with each silent tear. I'm pregnant.
After a long while I will myself to get up off the cold bathroom tile and face this. My body is weak and unwilling to cooperate but eventually I am on my feet. I slowly collect the half dozen pregnancy tests that littered the floor. I want to throw them away half thinking that by doing so the problem will go away with it. But I can't bring myself to do so. Instead I throw them back into the boxes and hide them under my sink.
I walk out of the bathroom and in the back of my mind I think of how dead to the world I must look. My eyes are blood shot and my face is pale and sickly looking. But I can't be bothered about my appearance because all I can think about now is that I'm pregnant. I'm... pregnant.
I realize now that the world around me is quiet and calm unlike the storm raging inside of me. The silence is deafening and I can't handle it anymore. I scream. I don't feel any better though. I scream again. This time longer and louder. Eventually I'm out of breath.
I collapse onto the couch and bury my head in my hands. I'm throwing myself a giant pity party until my phone rings loudly from my bedroom. I debate on answering it until it stops ringing making the decision for me. It begins ringing for a second time and now I have to get up answer it.
"Hey Sam It's Anna how are you feeling?" One of my best friends asks.
"I'm still not feeling well." I admit my voice thick with tears.
"Really? It's been a couple of weeks now. You really should see a doctor it could be something serious." Anna replies worriedly.
"Uh yeah I know. I'm going in tomorrow." I tell her making a mental note to call my doctor after I hung up with Anna.
"That's good, do you want me and Elly to come with you?" She asks me.
"Oh you guys don't have too," I answer her terrified that she would find out the truth.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah totally." I answer weakly. I'm torn between confessing and hiding. If I tell her then it becomes more real but at least I won't be alone in this. We both sit in silence for a bit before I speak again. "Actually Anna could you?"
"Of course Sam! Just let me know when the appointment is and me and Elly will be there first thing tomorrow morning." She replies to me. I assume that she is smiling hopefully and blissfully ignorant of it all.
"Great. Thanks Anna. Um I got to go now but tell Elly I said hi and that I'll see you both tomorrow."
"Hi Sam!" I hear Elly's voice crop up in the background. I can't help but smile through the pain a bit at hearing their voices. It's weird but just knowing that they're there for me is enough to get me through.
"Alright well I'm going to give my doctor a call right now and then I'll text you the details." I say trying my best to disguise the fear in my voice as I recall the reason why I'm doing that.
"Good luck!" They both shout ending the phone call on their end.
I stare down at the screen as it fades to black in my hand. I hesitate for a moment before unlocking my phone and searching through my contacts. I finally reach my doctor's office and press call before I lose my nerve.
"Hello you've reached Dr. Kenneth's office. How may I assist you?"
"Oh hi um I'd like to make an appointment please."
"Sure can I have your name please?"
"Samantha Kent." I answer meekly.
"Alright Ms. Kent what seems to be the problem?" The receptionist asks as I hear papers shuffling in the background.
"Um well... I think... that I'm pregnant..." I manage to stutter out to her. The silence that follows seems unending.
"Ms. Kent according to your files you've recently turned 18 correct?" The woman asks me and I can hear her actively trying not to sound judgmental but failing.
"Yes ma'am. My birthday was about a month and a half ago." I explain trying not to cry again.
"And your last menstrual cycle was when?"
"I can't remember exactly but it was before my birthday. And I was supposed to get it last week. And I've been throwing up everyday but I have no fever. And I've been extra exhausted lately but my routine hasn't changed." I realize now that I'm ranting and crying freely but I just needed to get it all out there.
"Okay honey here's what I'm going to do for you. I'm going to make you an appointment with Dr. Brandt. How does 8:30 sound?" I can hear the sympathy in her voice.
"I can do that. Thank you." I manage to get out through my sobs. She gives me the address and then we hang up. I have enough energy left to text Anna the details before I curl into a ball on my couch and fall asleep.
AN: I'm actually really excited for this story. I have a few ideas in mind for all of my OCs and I can't wait to share them all. So even if I only get a couple of people reading this and wanting to read more I'll be happy. Thanks for reading and maybe you can review?