Issie
It's been a month since I was marked. I've made a few friends and we became close. But not as close as me and Erik. Since the day I was marked, we have been friends. And over the month I've been here, we became pretty damn, pardon my French, close to best friends. I feel like I can tell him anything. It feels like I can give him my heart and he would fix all of the broken pieces. I trust him.
Life has been pretty good here at the House of Night, but there have been a few down sides. One, the sickness hasn't disappeared. I vomit just about every morning, or night. And there's a small little thing that's missing. Okay, maybe it's not little. Actually, it's a really important thing. A thing that I happen to be talking to Zoey about today…
I take in a deep breath as I knock on her office door that's cracked open.
"Come in." Zoey has been so sweet to me while I've been here.
I hesitantly walk in and close the door behind me. "Zoey… I have a… problem."
She looked up from a stack of papers. "Issie, what is it?" She sounded so… concerned and motherly. I haven't heard any of that in a while…
"I'm late." I said nervously.
"Late?" Zoey seemed confused, but also like she understood perfectly.
"Late," I said while nodding. "As in, three months late."
"But… But you've only been marked for a month… Why would you be late for your period?" It was silent for a moment. "You said three months?" I nodded again. "But you've only been marked for one!" I then proceeded to tell her about that damned night. Nothing has been right since then. And I think I'm about to find out why…
Once I was done and it settled in Zoey's brain, she stood up, grabbed her purse, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to the door.
"Where are we going?" I asked, confused.
"To town. We're going to the hospital to get this checked out."
I followed her to her little bug. Trapped in my own thoughts.
What the hell am I going to do if I am?
Was the thought that kept circling my head, but there was one more that wouldn't leave.
What is Erik going to do? What will he say?
WHY DO I CARE?
A/N: DON'T KILL ME! I'M SORRY! Writer's block sucks! But I'm working on it! So… On a happier note… OMG! Issie is stressing out! And she's worried what Erik will think! SO! SWEET!
