Sitting on the edge of her tub, a 17-year-old young woman stared in disbelief at something on the countertop in her bathroom. Her young features were twisted by the expression of fear and despair. She ran her hands through her shoulder-length indigo locks and dipped her head low as crystalline tears fell from her ivory eyes.
'What am I going to do? I…I can't handle this right now! I'm too young; I'm not ready! No, no, no, no, NO! I can't be…I just can't be PREGNANT!'
There, lying on her counter, were about half-a-dozen pregnancy tests. That's right SIX pregnancy tests and they all had the same results…positive. Looking at them again she broke down into body-racking sobs, burying her head into her knees as she drew them up to her chest.
She cried for hours before getting the strength to uncurl and clean up. After disposing of the 'evidence' she looked at her reflection in the mirror and saw red puffy eyes and tear-soaked cheeks. Her face was flushed from the heavy crying she did just a moment ago and her eyes were dull. Seeing her distraught appearance, she closed her eyes and tried to will it all to be a nightmare but when she opened them again and everything was the same, she knew, just knew it was all real.
'What am I going to do?'