Hi guys. So this is my first ringer story ive written for TVD and Troy so far and im adding Ringer to my list. Honestly not my best story, but i just had to post it, this site is dead and i had to do something about it. There is possibly no way my work would compare to the likes of NotAContrivance nor Bella's but i can try. Enjoy and Review
She stares at the little white stick in her trembling hand. All that stares back are two little pink lines that are telling her that, yes, she is pregnant.
This has got to be one of the most screwed up things she has ever done( the list itself is quite long and extremely ridiculous). He first thought is to run to the nearest abortion clinic and get it handled. But she cant do that, not this time. So instead she resolves to... compose herself, come up with a plan, and figure out a way to tell Malcolm without breaking his heart even more (she done it too many times to want to do it again- he's such a good friend and he doesn't deserve it).
After a deep breath( or two) she sums of the courage to tear her eyes away from the offensive thing, and covers it up quickly with a stray tissue paper that was previously leaning on the mirror. Sudden exhaustion begins to wear over her and she leans on the wall behind, a source of stability, something she could depend on instead of the other way around. For a moment, she manages to convince herself that she isn't pregnant and this is all just a bad dream she would soon wake up from. But no such luck strikes her and the pink lines, glaring at her from under the thin tissue that failed to do its job, say otherwise. This is all very much not a dream, instead it is a cruel reality involving her, a white stick ( the third one she's peed on) and two horrifying pink lines ( third pair she's seen).
Something is seriously wrong with her. What type of person assumes her dead sister's identity ( exactly 1 hour after her death), sleeps with said sister's husband, falls in love with him and becomes pregnant with his baby. There should be laws against this level of insanity. This is wrong, all wrong, in so many ways; its just not right. And the way she's feeling right now ( stupid, hopeless, scared out of her freaking mind) doesn't help her conscience at all (even though she's somewhat surprised she has one).
Yet, there's this steady sensation building up inside of her, one that starts in her stomach with a tightness she's never experienced (she later realizes its joy), and ends up warming her , all over and she feels alive. She could make him happy, she could have his child, she could finally have a family ( she doesn't care how screwed up it is- she loves Andrew). Her and Andrew could have a marriage ( one that's not entirely based on lies) , raise a child, grow old and spend the rest of their loving that child; giving it the life she never had . Suddenly excitement rushes over and and she can't breath because she's too busy crying.
Whether its tears of joy or tears of absolute fear,she doesn't know, nor has the chance to figure out because she's already out the door, grabbing her jacket and running to the elevator.