~ 5 ~
Preface
Before my death I whisper upon your ear:
"I've been searching for the right words to tell you how much I love you. Though the more I try the more I fall. The more I love the harder it hurts. I'll give you my heart; promise not to break it down to pieces. I suck on the poison, the one that lingers at your lips. Never felt the sensation of a doomed heart in vain. Oh, my gothic romance, Oh your gothic lonesome.
There, in the center of the bed, lay a bundle. The room was dark, for the shutters were close, and her face could not be visible. There were squeals coming from outside the closed door. Small laughter rose and loud hushes interrupted. The door slowly opened with a loud creak. A head scarcely peeked into the room and looked around. She spotted what she was looking for and quickly flicked on the lights. A long slender girl lay on the floor. She twitched at the sense of the light turning on. In her hand she cupped a white slim stick with a clearly labeled positive sign. The girl lying on the ground stared sobbing and screaming onto the floor.
"Ann? Are you okay?" She looked down at the sobbing up girl.
The girl standing at the door way slowly made her way to Ann that was still lying on the ground. She pocked Ann on the shoulder trying to get her attention.
The girl spoke again, "Look, Ann, those things are cheap," she said arching her chin at the pregnancy stick that still lied in Ann's hand, "there from that dollar store."
"But, Jessica! I'm a VIRGIN!" Ann screamed out the last part.
Laughter aroused from outside of the room. There was no doubt in Ann's mind that her "friends" were listening to her conversation. The only thing that disgusts her was that rumors of her would be all over the school.
"Come on Ann, I'll take you home."
"No, I'll go alone… need to think."
Ann got up from the floor and walked to the door.
"Are you sure? I should walk with you."
"No I'm going to be fine."
Ann gathered her things and went towards the door. She tried not to look back but it was just too impossible. She turned her head slowly praying that none of the girls were looking at her. Every single girl was starring at her. Some were covering their mouths with their hands so she wouldn't see them laughing. Others had a worried look on their face. Only one girl had a smile on her face and was not ashamed to show it.
"Hope you don't hang yourself," she said.
Ann quickly got out the door slamming it behind her. She hated Melissa with all her might. She was such a hypocrite with everyone. Melissa was a tramp that slept with everyman in school and got pregnant almost every few years. Each time she got pregnant she had a "miscarriage." Like if anyone was going to believe those lies she told. Once she said she went skiing and fell causing her to have a miscarriage. Also, her last excuse was that her dog died and her depression caused her have a miscarriage. Melissa keeps on lying even though everyone knows she has abortions, or probably beats her self up. In the end no one cares, except her he very religious parents who happily tell lies along side her.
Ann took the long way to her house. She did not want to face her parents and tell them what she had just found out. She would have much happier finding out she had some sort of disease.
"If only I had aids, but no I got pregnant," she mocked herself.
She thought of ways to tell her parents how she got pregnant.
"I got raped? No that's too much work, too many lies too," she thought out loud, "I'm a virgin, huh, I'm not a Virgin Mary. I slipped and fell? And went all the way right? Wrong, this is stupid. I am asexual so I can reproduce by myself. No, that won't work."
She got out her phone to call her best friend. She dialed his number and waited. It seemed like it took forever for him to pick up. She bit her thumb nail as she waited nervously hoping he would agree at what she was going to ask him.
"Hello?"
"Andrew?" she finally hit the nervous breakdown mark. She started to cry.
"Ann? Wow is that you I haven't heard from you in a long time. Man you must be happy to hear my voice." He laughed loud.
"Yeah, I'm happy but I have a problem."
"I don't understand, you're mumbling too much."
Ann took a deep breath, "Remember that time in eight grade when you were fat and no girl liked you?"
"Yeah, I feel sad now, but I'm hot now, damn sexy!" he gave the same warm loud laugh.
"And remember that I encouraged you to lose wait and you did"
"Yep, yep, and now I have sexy abs!" he was really enjoying the memory.
"And then we faked going out cause you said I was pretty and lots of guys would check me out"
"Yeah, but I think someone else is hot now… Salma Hayek." He said in a dreamy voice.
"And I agreed even though I really liked this other guy."
"Ha! Yea, you were retarded; I would have never done that. But that just means you're a great friend, and that's why you're my-"
"Yes I know," she cut him off, "and then we faked broke up and lots of girls like you and wanted to go out with you, remember?"
"Yeah, the ladies were all over the Andrew-nator!"
"Sure, and I sacrifice two years of my life to help you."
"When you put it that way everything sounds bad," he laughed again.
"Andrew I need you to help me now."
"What, you're fat and ugly and no one likes you?" he sounded serious
"Um… no I-"
"Cause I have this great work out routine that can make you lose wait in like two weeks." It was funny how he sounded dead serious and Ann just started to laugh.
"No! Shut up! It's just that I'm
thatyou'rethefather…," she said quickly.
"What? Are you on crack! You know that I'm married and have a daughter and I love my wife, I can't do crap like that anymore."
"You understood what I said?" Ann was amazed that he followed everything she said.
"Yeah, my two year old daughter uses that on me and so does my wife."
She had forgotten he was married and had kids. He dropped out of school and worked while his wife would go to school to get an education. He got a full time job at his fathers auto shop were he fixed cars and got paid fifteen dollars the hour.
"Please help me! I can't tell my parents this, there going to kill me!"
"That's what I thought too but I'm a happy father and husband."
"My situation is bad."
"How did you get knocked up?"
"Uh?" she thought of a lie, "at a party, I got drunk, I think, and went with this guy, I never saw him again, I don't know who he is…so no more questions."
"No, this will look bad, I can't do this."
"Please, ask your wife, please, please help me!" she was desperate
"Okay, wait," he called out to his wife over the phone.
"Angie?"He called out to his wife.
"What?"
"Ann called."
"Who's Ann?"
"Annabelle, 'member, the chick with the black hair and short eyelashes and brown eyes and she has tan skin. Oh, and she has like fat chicks and two dimples but you can only see one. And one eyebrow is different than the other one. You said she walks all conceded and stuff."
Annabelle was starting to get self-conscious.
"Oh! Yeah, what does she want? Say hi for me k."
"Yea sure, um she got knocked up and wants me to act like I got her knocked up so she won't have to tell her parents about the asswhole who got her knocked up."
"Why doesn't she just tell them, I did."
"That's what I said."
Chapter 1
One month before
"You can't blame the dead, though you can cry to it, you can't love the dead, but you can admire it, however death can blame you and love you kill you and steal you, and all you can do is wait"
Every inch of the walls were covered in pictures and writing. The curtains were dark and drawn covering the light from coming in. The room was darken and any light that could be seen came from a lava lamp that was on top of a small drawer. In the center of the room was a bed that was covered and messed up with clothes. The entire floor was covered with dirty clothes, balls of paper, and crushed cans of soda. Besides the bed there was a pile of blankets wrapped around a girl. Her face was so peaceful; nothing could wake her up, not even the rhythmic of the rain outside her room.
PLEASE CRITICIZE!!!! --------------------BUBBA001
