A/N.. You know, I decided it was time for a change. I was kind of getting sick of writing in first person, and I wanted to put in thought of the other characters too, not just Liberty. So, no more first person. :D Also, thoughts are in italics... Enjoy!

Chapter 19 – I Lied

Liberty lied there, eyes shut, not entirely sure if she should move.

What do you do when you suddenly realize that your life is never going to get better? Do you go on as if nothing ever happened? Do you lash out at everyone and everything? Or do you just except it and treat the world as if nothing else matters? Choice number three sounds tempting. Nothing really does seem to matter. Not even this baby, this thing, inside of me. There, I said it. This pregnancy has caused me nothing but trouble. I should have just aborted it when I had the chance. But no, my goddamn conscience just had to kick in.

She cried silently to herself. Could I cope with this? With a baby?

Liberty finally opened her eyes and looked out the window to her right. Everything seemed still. There were no planes in the sky, no person walking by, there wasn't even a car driving by. Liberty turned her head towards the door when she heard knocking.

"Come in."

The door opened slowly. She walked in and sat down in the chair to Liberty's left.

"How are you holding up?" she asked.

"Fine, I guess. You?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "You know me. I'm always on the go."

Liberty laughed, "That you are."

"It's good to hear you laugh."

"I'm glad you're here Emma."

Emma smiled and put Liberty's hand in hers. "I'm glad you're doing well. You know, with what's been happening."

Liberty turned her head away, trying to hide the tears that were escaping from her eyes.

"Yeah, well, life just sucks doesn't it?"

"Liberty..."

"What? You can't tell me life has gone perfectly for you."

"I'm not saying it has, but nobody's life is perfect! I'm so sick and tired of people who think they're the only the only ones who go through hard times!"

"Oh yeah? Are you pregnant? Have you ever lost a child? A parent?"

"No, but that's not saying I haven't lost someone who I care about."

"Who then? Who is it? Last time I checked, you're life was a box full of fucking roses!"

A tear escaped Emma's eye and she stood up, releasing Liberty's hand.

"You want to know who I've lost? Do you? I lost Sean! The only person who I thought would be there for me! Not to mention, my father is practically standing on the edge of death! And you."

"Me?"

"Damnit Liberty! Are you really that blind? You were my best friend!"

"But I thought--"

"No Liberty, you don't think. And I'm getting real sick and tired of it!"

She stood there, and they stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Finally, Liberty broke the silence.

"I'm sorry Emma, for everything. I'm sorry for not believing you when I should have. I'm sorry for deserting you..."

"And don't forget for being an insensitive jerk." Emma smirked.

"You're really eating up this apology aren't you?" Liberty laughed.

Emma nodded, and lied down next to Liberty on the bed.

"So are we friends again?" Liberty asked, holding out her hand.

Emma held Liberty's hand and they shook. "Friends."

"Any chance we could be best friends?"

"That, Liberty, is something you're going to have to wait for."

"I'll wait. Even if it takes a hundred years."

Liberty and Emma smiled at each other, resting their heads on each other.

"So, about that whole 'everything will only get worse' speech before," Liberty thought, "... I lied. Things might finally be getting better." She then put her hand down to her stomach. "And I'm glad you're still here. My sweet little angel."

"Thank you god," Emma thought, "for finally answering my prayers."