Author's Note- Enjoy this chapter! I think this is what should happen, and I hope you agree. Review if you like it, review if you hate it! I'm sorry it's so short. I think most of the chapters in this story wil lbe that way.

Disclaimer- I do not own My Sister's Keeper, or any of it's original characters.

Sara's POV

Two red lines. A cross.

Wrapped in paper towels, I threw the white stick in the trash, and ripped the foil packaging on another one.

Two red lines.

"Dammit!" I thumped my fist against the counter, collapsing to the floor in sobs.

I didn't want to…I hadn't meant to…

"Dammit!" I said again.

I couldn't avoid it anymore, I decided. I sat down in front of the computer and waited for it to boot up, staring blankly at the screen.

I typed my query into the search engine, my fingers shaking, causing mistakes, and pressed enter.

Happy Days Abortion Clinic

Nothing happy about it. I scrolled down.

Westview Abortion Clinic

Too close to home. I don't want to be seen.

Wicca and Alternative Religion Clinic of Termination

There was a time when that would've made me laugh.

Shoreline Abortion Clinic

Perfect.

I printed the pages, and cleared the search history. Brian would never know.

I pulled into a parking space. The parking lot was nearly full, I noticed.

Lot's of people make mistakes.

I shook my head to clear the fog.

The dread that had been sitting in my stomach reared its head, and I felt my stomach heave.

A woman walked by, and gazed at me, heaving into the bushes, sympathetically, "Don't worry, I was just like that too. Just got my procedure done Monday. Worked like a charm. You'll be back to yourself in no time."

I looked up at her receding back, the tears blurring my vision, and choked on another sob.

I couldn't do this.

Without realizing it, I reached down and placed a hand on my stomach, still flat, no signs of what lay within.

"It's okay, baby," I murmured.

Jesse's POV

I stared at the gum-popping girl behind the counter at the gas station mini mart, with her limp, over-ironed brown hair that she had tried to turn blonde. Her small brown eyes, heavily lined with mascara, her thin lips coloured an unnatural shade of pink.

I walked over to her, struck up a conversation. She flirted back.

Soon she was leading me into the back room of the store.

Just another way to make the pain go away.

I couldn't do it.

I left.

She was angry.

I didn't care.

I don't know what to do.

I'm horrible now. There's nothing good left in me. Just emptiness and the black hole.

She was the best part about me.

And now she's gone

It's sucking everything in. I don't care anymore.

How long until everything is lost?