What It's Like Chapter 2, a zoids fanfic

Okay, second chapter already. First off, super special thanks to Kegger007 who reviewed 'Ready'. Then another super special thanks to Rae who reviewed the last chapter of this. And a double super special thanks to Steam Detective for reviewing both. And Knuckles can have a doggy biscuit... cause I'm a nice guy.

What It's Like

Chapter Two

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love
He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll
I'm the man you've been dreaming of"
But three months later he say he won't date her or return her calls
And she swear, "Goddamn, if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls"
And then she heads for the clinic and
She gets some static walking through the door
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose

"Bit. I don't know if I'm ready for this." "Relax babe, relax, you know you want to"

Twelve weeks later:

Leena was a wreck. She ran a comb through her hair, trying to sort out the tangles. She still looked awful. She put on a hooded sweatshirt to hide it. It was raining anyway. She got out of the chair and started for the door. She stopped and turned around. She reached for the phone and then decided not to. Her right ear was still uncomfortably warm from using it last. She had hardly put it down in days. Each time, each defeat, she would hang up and call again. Just in case. Just in case something changed and there was still ha chance for this story to have a happy ending. She grabbed it anyway and hit the redial. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Four. Five. A click. "Hey, it's Bit. Leave a message." A beep. Leena kept the phone to her ear. Maybe he would pick up. Of course not. She slammed it down. She knew he was there. Probably with another cheap prostitute. And he knew it was her. So he didn't pick up and kept on at what he was doing. He knew it would be her, begging him to move reconsider. To move in with her. To help. They could raise their child when it was born. Like any other family in the world. And she wouldn't have to make this choice. Well. It was already made. What other option was there?

Leena slumped in a chair and put her head in her hands. She began to softly cry. She never wanted this. She still hadn't told her father. She hadn't told anyone. She wanted someone to confide to. Jamie wouldn't help. He would probably tell her dad for her, seeing it as the honest thing to do. She was ashamed to tell Brad. She could see him looking down on her. She had thought about telling Leon. But she couldn't. She knew he didn't need this. There was no one.

She wiped at her eyes and got up. She closed the door to her apartment and locked it. Then she walked down the stairs and through the door of the building. Outside she walked through the complex. Building by ugly, rotten building. Small children were outside in the rain, playing in the puddles, torn clothes on their backs, and dirt on their cheeks. She could see the forlorn faces of their parents through the cracked windows watching their sons and daughters. Souls like hers. Miserable souls. She made it out of the complex and onto the main street.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper; carefully she folded it out and checked the address written in scribbled handwriting. It was nearly a mile to the clinic. Leena made it their without any incident along the way. She had wished otherwise; anything that would allow her to escape the tortures of her own mind. She believed this was wrong. She knew this was wrong. But she was going to hell anyway.

She stopped outside the clinic. There was a moderate crowd outside, waving banners and signs. Many of them showed pictures of a fetus at different stages. Others simply sported large angry slogans. Some people went as far as scribbling graffiti on the walls. Someone hurled a stone at a window. It shattered and rained glass. As she tried to make her way to the door, a woman grabbed her arm and yelled at her.

"Murderer!" People turned around and stared.

"Sinner!"

"Killer!"

Tears began running down Leena's face. She tried to make her way to the doors. People jostled her away.

"Please, let me through." She said quietly. No one listened. Unable to stand it, Leena turned and fled. She ran back the way she came. She couldn't even get an abortion. She ran until she her sides ached. She began to fall over and caught herself on the brick wall. Leena gasped for breath. She stayed there for twenty minutes. At last, she composed herself and walked back home.

Once in her apartment she opened a drawer in the kitchen and reached for a sharp knife. She rolled up her sleeves and put it to the tender skin on her wrist. She didn't move. She urged herself to rip the blade across the flesh. She didn't. She waited. She couldn't kill herself. She couldn't do it.

Then you really might know what it's like...

Author's notes: And that's that. I'm not even sure how well this turned out cause right now it's three somethin in the morning, I've had an exhausting day and figure i might as well put this up regardles. Next chapter: the fate of Jamie!