Title: I Will Survive
Author: NightsDream
Rating: PG-13 may go up to R because of depression and sexual implication.
Summary: Buffy Summers has big dreams and just when everything in her life is perfect, it all turns horribly wrong.
Distribution: If you want it (why? I don't know) then e-mail @ webmistress@nightsdream.com
Disclaimer: I own no characters and not the story. It belongs to the person it happened to. I love what you experience made you what you are today: a wonderful woman.
Warning: This fic contains implied pre-martial sex. If this offends you, I apologize and encourage you to please stop reading.
A/N: This story is a true story, not of me, but of someone very close to me. I will not give out her name for security purposes, but keep "Buffy" in your prayers. Christian, Jewish, Islamic, Wiccan, Pagan, it doesn't matter. We are all watched over, even if it's not by a God.
BASED ON A TRUE STORY
Chapter 6: What's Wrong With Me?
I just took a series of tests. Blood, urine, and any other test that is humanly possible. The doctor just came in with the news.
"Buffy, I think that it would be best if your roommate were in here to hear the news. It's Willow, correct?" the doctor asks.
I nod. What's wrong with me? Oh, my! I'm dying! I have cancer! I'm so young! I can't die. My life has been pretty good and now it's all screwed up. Why me?
The doctor enters, followed by Willow, who looks as concerned as I do. I love Willow. She's a great friend.
The doctor clears her throat and starts, "Buffy, if you didn't already know... you're pregnant."
"What?" I demand. She has to be kidding! I can't be... pregnant!
"You're pregnant. Congratulations. You're about 6 weeks along."
"That's not possible! I've only been with one person and that was," I mentally count back from August, "little over a month ago."
"Riley?" Willow asks.
My eyes fill with tears. "Yes. He's the father."
"Is that your ex-boyfriend?"
"Yes. We were together for three years, but I broke up with him." I still can't believe that Riley got me pregnant. I'm going to be a mother and Riley is the father. "It's wrong! I can't be!" I shout, trying to make it go away. I sob uncontrollably. Willow rushes up to me and hugs me. I sob into my best friend's arms.
***
I have to tell my parents. How bad will that be? I really don't want to know, but I have to tell them.
All of a sudden, I run into something. A man.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss," he says, politely.
"It's okay," I sniffle.
"Pardon my asking, but are you alright?" he asks.
"No. I just found out something and now my whole future is ruined."
"I know that I just met you, but, do you want to talk about it? I'm a very good listener."
"Sure. I need to talk to someone who doesn't know me that well. It'll help me. Really." It might help to talk to someone. He seems like a nice guy.
***
"The same thing happened to my ex-girlfriend. She found out that she got pregnant from her ex and then she decided to marry her ex. I missed her, but I accepted the fact that she wanted to marry the father of her baby," he tells me. We've been talking for at least two hours. I've lost track of time. He's really great to talk to. He's going through the same thing I am. Except, he's the other end of the spectrum.
"That's probably what I'll end up doing. I mean, sure, I love him and all, but I'm not *in* love with him."
"I suggest that you do what you think is best. If marrying Riley is best, then by all means, do that."
"You've been really great to talk to. I just wanted to let you know that. You're the only one that I can talk to that knows about it. You have no idea how much that helps."
"It's my pleasure. Anytime you need to talk, just call me. I'll be here for you," he says, sincerely.
"Thank you much. Do you think that they will pull my scholarship?"
"I hope not, but honestly, under the circumstances, I think that they will. I'm not 100% sure, but if that happens, I'll still talk to you and help you through it."
"Thank you again. I still half to tell my parents. That's going to be horrible!"
"I know, but it'll pass and then they'll be excited about their first grandchild."
"You *don't* know my parents. They will be mad forever!" I imagine them disowning me. They couldn't do that! They love me, but they might not after I tell them. Damn, why did this happen to me after my life was so great?
"They will be mad, but, like I said, it *will* pass. I promise you," he takes my hand.
I have trouble speaking. "I hope that you're right. Thanks, Angel"
"Anytime. Really."
***
"Mom, Dad. I have something to tell you."
"Yes, Buffy?" they ask.
Oh, no! I'm telling. Just think about what Angel said: They will mad, but it'll pass.
"I'm pregnant."
***
TBC...
I'm still evil. I did three chapters in one day. Wow! I still have 5 minutes left until it's July 17th, but if I were on the west coast, it would be two hours. If I was on the east coast, it would be almost 1 A.M. Darn it!
Have a great rest of the week!
Baruch ata hashem eloheinu melech haolom. Asher kit-shanu bamitzvotav, vitcevanu lichadleak ner shel lachiem.
The above statement is transliterated from Hebrew into English. At the end of the story, I'll reveal what it means.
Author: NightsDream
Rating: PG-13 may go up to R because of depression and sexual implication.
Summary: Buffy Summers has big dreams and just when everything in her life is perfect, it all turns horribly wrong.
Distribution: If you want it (why? I don't know) then e-mail @ webmistress@nightsdream.com
Disclaimer: I own no characters and not the story. It belongs to the person it happened to. I love what you experience made you what you are today: a wonderful woman.
Warning: This fic contains implied pre-martial sex. If this offends you, I apologize and encourage you to please stop reading.
A/N: This story is a true story, not of me, but of someone very close to me. I will not give out her name for security purposes, but keep "Buffy" in your prayers. Christian, Jewish, Islamic, Wiccan, Pagan, it doesn't matter. We are all watched over, even if it's not by a God.
BASED ON A TRUE STORY
Chapter 6: What's Wrong With Me?
I just took a series of tests. Blood, urine, and any other test that is humanly possible. The doctor just came in with the news.
"Buffy, I think that it would be best if your roommate were in here to hear the news. It's Willow, correct?" the doctor asks.
I nod. What's wrong with me? Oh, my! I'm dying! I have cancer! I'm so young! I can't die. My life has been pretty good and now it's all screwed up. Why me?
The doctor enters, followed by Willow, who looks as concerned as I do. I love Willow. She's a great friend.
The doctor clears her throat and starts, "Buffy, if you didn't already know... you're pregnant."
"What?" I demand. She has to be kidding! I can't be... pregnant!
"You're pregnant. Congratulations. You're about 6 weeks along."
"That's not possible! I've only been with one person and that was," I mentally count back from August, "little over a month ago."
"Riley?" Willow asks.
My eyes fill with tears. "Yes. He's the father."
"Is that your ex-boyfriend?"
"Yes. We were together for three years, but I broke up with him." I still can't believe that Riley got me pregnant. I'm going to be a mother and Riley is the father. "It's wrong! I can't be!" I shout, trying to make it go away. I sob uncontrollably. Willow rushes up to me and hugs me. I sob into my best friend's arms.
***
I have to tell my parents. How bad will that be? I really don't want to know, but I have to tell them.
All of a sudden, I run into something. A man.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss," he says, politely.
"It's okay," I sniffle.
"Pardon my asking, but are you alright?" he asks.
"No. I just found out something and now my whole future is ruined."
"I know that I just met you, but, do you want to talk about it? I'm a very good listener."
"Sure. I need to talk to someone who doesn't know me that well. It'll help me. Really." It might help to talk to someone. He seems like a nice guy.
***
"The same thing happened to my ex-girlfriend. She found out that she got pregnant from her ex and then she decided to marry her ex. I missed her, but I accepted the fact that she wanted to marry the father of her baby," he tells me. We've been talking for at least two hours. I've lost track of time. He's really great to talk to. He's going through the same thing I am. Except, he's the other end of the spectrum.
"That's probably what I'll end up doing. I mean, sure, I love him and all, but I'm not *in* love with him."
"I suggest that you do what you think is best. If marrying Riley is best, then by all means, do that."
"You've been really great to talk to. I just wanted to let you know that. You're the only one that I can talk to that knows about it. You have no idea how much that helps."
"It's my pleasure. Anytime you need to talk, just call me. I'll be here for you," he says, sincerely.
"Thank you much. Do you think that they will pull my scholarship?"
"I hope not, but honestly, under the circumstances, I think that they will. I'm not 100% sure, but if that happens, I'll still talk to you and help you through it."
"Thank you again. I still half to tell my parents. That's going to be horrible!"
"I know, but it'll pass and then they'll be excited about their first grandchild."
"You *don't* know my parents. They will be mad forever!" I imagine them disowning me. They couldn't do that! They love me, but they might not after I tell them. Damn, why did this happen to me after my life was so great?
"They will be mad, but, like I said, it *will* pass. I promise you," he takes my hand.
I have trouble speaking. "I hope that you're right. Thanks, Angel"
"Anytime. Really."
***
"Mom, Dad. I have something to tell you."
"Yes, Buffy?" they ask.
Oh, no! I'm telling. Just think about what Angel said: They will mad, but it'll pass.
"I'm pregnant."
***
TBC...
I'm still evil. I did three chapters in one day. Wow! I still have 5 minutes left until it's July 17th, but if I were on the west coast, it would be two hours. If I was on the east coast, it would be almost 1 A.M. Darn it!
Have a great rest of the week!
Baruch ata hashem eloheinu melech haolom. Asher kit-shanu bamitzvotav, vitcevanu lichadleak ner shel lachiem.
The above statement is transliterated from Hebrew into English. At the end of the story, I'll reveal what it means.