Laa.as Patricia Quinn said to me last weekend when I, ahem, "enthused"
about Shock Treatment to her, "I really wish I could see this again, as you
see it". That just seemed to apply to how I feel about this. I'm very
proud of this fic, and I'm glad that there are a couple of you out there
who are enjoying it too. I also realised that I forgot a disclaimer. I
own nothing. Talk to Fox. I'm a 16-year old British girl with no money.
Don't sue me.
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Two months passed and twice my monthly bleeding did not come. I didn't dwell on it, I just tried to push it to the back of my mind. The past few weeks seemed to have been more hectic than ever, we were rushed off our feet all the time, so it wasn't difficult for me to not notice my lack of menstruation. However, the third time it didn't happen, I began to worry a little more. I became paranoid, checking my reflection in every mirror. Had I put on a few more pounds? Was my uniform every so slightly tighter than it had been before? Not only that, but recently I had been even more emotional than normal. Surely I couldn't be.? Who should I talk to about this? If I was, whose was the baby?
Another six weeks went by. I looked in the bathroom mirror at myself, wearing only my underclothes. My breasts were undeniably larger. Not only that, they were also much more tender than normal, almost sore. I looked like a wreck, quite frankly. I hadn't been able to keep food down for almost a week and I had hardly slept for hot flushes. I turned away from the mirror and laughed incredulously. I couldn't handle this, I wasn't ready for this, I was still a child myself, there was no way I could be having a baby, but the evidence was there, undeniably, staring me in the face every time I looked in a mirror. I was pregnant. Even though there was a chance it was my brother's child, I blamed Frank. How could he have done this to me? I hated him, I hated the baby and I hated myself because, when it came down to it, I was the one to blame, I was weak enough to let Frank hurt me, put me through what he had. I honestly believed I deserved every hardship facing me at that point, but I had more pressing matters to deal with. Now that I was sure, I had to tell somebody else. I couldn't go through this alone.
"Magenta?"
My brother, knocking on the door. "You've been in there for half an hour." I said nothing, I whipped around to face the door as my brother walked through. He stared at me for a moment.
"Tell him" I tried to ignore the voice in my head, begging me to let him know "Tell him!" They grew more urgent. "Tell him NOW!"
"Riff Raff, I'm going to have a baby."
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Two months passed and twice my monthly bleeding did not come. I didn't dwell on it, I just tried to push it to the back of my mind. The past few weeks seemed to have been more hectic than ever, we were rushed off our feet all the time, so it wasn't difficult for me to not notice my lack of menstruation. However, the third time it didn't happen, I began to worry a little more. I became paranoid, checking my reflection in every mirror. Had I put on a few more pounds? Was my uniform every so slightly tighter than it had been before? Not only that, but recently I had been even more emotional than normal. Surely I couldn't be.? Who should I talk to about this? If I was, whose was the baby?
Another six weeks went by. I looked in the bathroom mirror at myself, wearing only my underclothes. My breasts were undeniably larger. Not only that, they were also much more tender than normal, almost sore. I looked like a wreck, quite frankly. I hadn't been able to keep food down for almost a week and I had hardly slept for hot flushes. I turned away from the mirror and laughed incredulously. I couldn't handle this, I wasn't ready for this, I was still a child myself, there was no way I could be having a baby, but the evidence was there, undeniably, staring me in the face every time I looked in a mirror. I was pregnant. Even though there was a chance it was my brother's child, I blamed Frank. How could he have done this to me? I hated him, I hated the baby and I hated myself because, when it came down to it, I was the one to blame, I was weak enough to let Frank hurt me, put me through what he had. I honestly believed I deserved every hardship facing me at that point, but I had more pressing matters to deal with. Now that I was sure, I had to tell somebody else. I couldn't go through this alone.
"Magenta?"
My brother, knocking on the door. "You've been in there for half an hour." I said nothing, I whipped around to face the door as my brother walked through. He stared at me for a moment.
"Tell him" I tried to ignore the voice in my head, begging me to let him know "Tell him!" They grew more urgent. "Tell him NOW!"
"Riff Raff, I'm going to have a baby."