Shattered Mirrors

Chapter 12: Innocent and Breakable

Aya didn't want to leave the house anymore. She was almost 5 months pregnant, and she was showing. She didn't want anyone to see her like this. She was fat. She hated it. She was a gross imitation of herself. At least that's what she saw in the mirror every day. She couldn't remember what it was like to be skinny. She got breathless at the smallest things. She couldn't go for runs anymore. Her back ached. Oh, god how could women actually want this to happen!

But, the house was growing low on groceries, and she couldn't depend on Alice to bring groceries every few weeks. Besides, Beej was acting like he was going to go crazy if he didn't go out soon. Although, she wasn't keeping him there. He could leave if he wanted, but...he stayed around, entertaining her. Making her feel better about herself.

"Hey, Beej! I'm gonna go to the market...wanna go? You can go off and have a lot of fun." She tempted him. She had a bad feeling.

Impending something.

Something she didn't like. She didn't want to go. But she had to. She needed to. She had no choice. She wouldn't argue with her feelings.

"Sure, toots. But, um, you sure you want to?" He was worried, about how people would react to her pregnant. Oh, wait, she was engaged, they'd just think it was Thomas' kid.

"Yeah, let's go." She said as she went outside to drive them to the marketplace. She watched as Beej went to go prank whatever he wanted to. She bought groceries, and a nice man helped her carry them to the vehicle. People whispered, pointing out her stomach, and how young she was. The area was a rich area, and not many girls her age actually got pregnant.

She felt bad, horrible really and she wanted to find Beej. But damn, she suddenly wanted ice cream too, so she went to buy an ice cream cone and then find him. She was walking to the ice cream shop, when she saw him. He was with another girl. And she could see him.

The girl was gorgeous. She was slim and tall, and pale. She was dressed in black clothes, and was the opposite of Aya by the looks of it. Aya felt hurt. Was that why he had disappeared so long? She couldn't hear what they were saying. But the girl was flirting with him, and he was blushing and running a hand through his matted blond hair. And then she leaned up...

And Aya's heart stopped, her breath disappeared, and her whole world crashed.

The girl kissed Beej. Something Aya hadn't done, at least not this Beej. And Beetlejuice was kissing back. And it was more then a few seconds. And Aya was crying silently. Something had snapped, and her chest hurt. She hurt. Why the hell had she fallen in love with the lecherous perverted poltergeist?

She shook her head, and ran. Even pregnant, she ran as fast as she could manage to the car, crying. She was out of breath when she reached it. She didn't know if Beej had seen her, but that girl had. The tears streamed freely. How could she have thought that...Beej hadn't had someone? He wouldn't like someone like her. Truly like at least. She was leaning against the car now and she made her way into the driver's seat. She fumbled for the keys and started the car. Where was she going to go? If she went home, she'd have to face him and she didn't want to ask questions.

Anywhere. Anywhere but here. Somewhere. Now!

Her mind was screaming at her, and maybe she was overreacting, but she started to drive. She just turned onto random roads, she didn't know where she was. She didn't know where she was going. She didn't have many people to call. She pulled over finally next to a lake.

Her phone rang. The number was one she didn't recognize.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Guess who?" A warm, male voice. She didn't recognize it.

"Who's this?" She asked softly.

"You don't remember me. It's Leslie. I missed you, Aya." He whispered, and Aya wanted to cry harder.

It's only been a year, and so much has changed. She wanted to talk to him. She missed him. Even if he had a wife. He had been the closest thing to a friend, to a father, to everything for her. What if she had stayed with him? What if he had left his wife?

"It's only been a year." She whispered, softly.

"Are you crying?" He asked her.

"Yeah." She answered softly.

"Aya." He felt bad. "Remember the school roof?"

"You smoking and us talking. All about my family and dreams. And your hopes that one day I'd be old enough, before you got married of course." Aya said softly.

"I miss talking to you. When are you coming back to school?" He asked her.

"I'm not. Leslie. I'm pregnant." Aya said softly.

He got quiet. "I'm sorry. What happened to birth control? Is it even...Thomas'?" He asked her. He knew about her fiancé.

"No, its not. But I am getting married to him still." She said.

He felt horrible for her. "Aya..."

"No, its okay. Don't worry. I should...be going." She was crying again, that feeling in her chest.

"I love you." He said softly, but she had hung up.

Aya was still crying as she started to drive. It was raining now, and the wind was hitting the car. She tried to turn on the headlights, but they flickered out. Just her luck. She was on a highway. She was still crying. Suddenly, something hit her. There was a crash, something large and sharp pierced her skin, multiple places. She felt detached from it all. What was happening?

She didn't know. She hurt. Oh god, her legs were sticky. Blood. Oh no. What was going on?

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Sirens in the distance. Aya's eyes opened. She knew this...she was going to die. She wasn't going to see Beej again. She was going to die. It hurt. Oh it hurt. She screamed; loud, ragged, broken, alone, a long scream that was as loud as she could get it. Everything about her life. She wanted help. She wanted out. She wanted to save the child inside her, his only chance for a child. Or now she didn't know.

Her thoughts swam. Thomas. A life with him. Two children, a beautiful house. A dog. A different life, if only she hadn't had the temper she had. If only she waited.

Or was she kidding herself?

"It'll be okay. Oh my god, there's so much blood. Hold on, baby, we'll get you out." A woman's voice, soothing but shocked. Aya didn't look at herself. Her body hurt so much. She finally did look down. What she saw...glass, everywhere. The window must have shattered. Her legs, her arms, her stomach. Her stomach.

Innocence, in an angry world.

She opened her eyes and she was in an ambulance. Something wet was on her hand. Someone was holding her hand. She turned to look. Thomas was there?

"Aya, oh please...don't leave me." He whispered. He was crying.

Where was Beej?

She was bleeding, because the EMT was trying to stop it, or something. She felt detached from it all.

"I'm sorry...I cheated on you..." She whispered, and she was crying herself. Why couldn't she have accepted a normal life?

Then Beej was there. His green eyes were wide, he was looking at her, looking so...breakable, covered in blood. And it was his fault. He moved and grabbed her other hand, held on. He shut his eyes. He didn't cry, but, he couldn't believe this.

He had hurt her and he hadn't meant to.

He had promised Lydia a kiss, one kiss, whenever they met again. That was all. And it had been so sudden, and so random. And Aya must've taken it the wrong way.

"Aya." He whispered it softly. "I – I'm sorry."

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The long beep announced her as dead. The baby had came out an hour ago, still born. She hadn't stopped bleeding, even after the baby was gone. She was gone. The hospital hadn't been able to do anything for her.

She was gone. The little girl in her body, was gone. And...that was all, right? There wasn't anything after death. At least, the hospital thought as much.

A/N: She's...dead. Yes. She overreacted. There are still more chapters. There were small quotes from Innocent by Rose Falcon, and Breakable by Rose Falcon. Her voice is beautiful...and it described this chapter. I'll write more later, this is just a short...chapter. Tell me what you think.