Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, I'm simply borrowing them.

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That next day I woke up first as usual. The faint sunlight was hardly visible through the heavy draperies over the windows. I turned over on my side to watch Carrie sleeping. And as I reached out to brush her dull hair out of her face a wave of nausea came over me. I jumped out of bed and rushed to our little bathroom where I threw up everything from my meager dinner the night before. As I staggered out of the bathroom, planning to go lie down once more, I noticed Chris sitting up in bed. He looked concerned.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You're sick." he said simply.

I sat down on my bed next to Carrie.

"We've all be sick lately. Don't worry about it, I'm feeling much better now actually." But still Chris was looking worried. It made me nervous. Chris was about to say something but Carrie interrupted him.

"I don't feel good! And Cory don't neither!" she wailed while she ground the sleep from her eyes with her tiny fists.

"You mean Cory doesn't feel well." I corrected.

Carrie only laid down again in response.

"Come on." I said, lets get you two washed before the grandmother comes.

"I don't like baths." Cory wailed along with Carrie. I sighed, you would think they would get over these things as time went by.

"you get Carrie, I'll take care of Cory." Chris said, still looking apprehensive.

Luckily we were able to dress ourselves and the twins before the grandmother came in. Although I started doubting weather or not she really cared anymore. She barely even looked at us, at least before she would glare at us with hatred, but now we didn't warrant even that. Breakfast was the usual dreary affair, the twins begging to eat the donuts then, instead of after dinner. But then were able to escape to our haven. Carrie and Cory raced to the classroom to finish one of their numerous drawing while Chris and I reached for our well worn and well loved books. Between one of the chapters I asked Chris,

"What were you going to say this morning?"

For a moment I thought he hadn't heard me. And then he spoke in a hushed voice.

"Do you remember how life was before the twins were born? I don't suppose you remember much, after all you were only seven when they were born."

I turned to look at him.

"What are you talking about, Chris?"

"Things seemed perfect then, Mother seemed perfect. Remember that winter day when we came running home and mother told us we were going to have two more siblings. How angry you were." he smiled slightly at the memory. "And then mother wasn't only our mother anymore. But even then she was beautiful, perhaps even more so."

"I don't understand what you're gett-" I said, but he cut me off.

"You look like her Cathy, as she did. You might not remember, but I Do. What she was like with twins, you are now." he stood up.

"But Chris what do you m-?"

"You're pregnant, Cathy." he sighed staring down at me. I got up and faced him, incredulous.

"How could you say that? How would you know anyways? Everything's the same!"

"No, Cathy I'm almost positive. I just need to ask one thing to be sure, when was your last cycle, was it before..." his voice trailed off.

And though I wanted with all my being to disprove him by telling him that piece of evidence which would prove him wrong, I couldn't.

"It's been four months, Cathy... "

"No!" I screamed.

This couldn't be real. God couldn't be that cruel. I ran to the roof and looked down to hard earth far below. I went to the same place where I had stood years before, willing myself to jump. Then, I had turned back. Now I was not as sure, and my reasons for staying upon that cold roof seemed to dwindle. What was the point of staying? I asked myself. To give birth to a demon baby. Not something most people would look forward to. Carrie and Cory would be fine with their TV and drawings. There was no purpose for my life anymore. I reached out my hand, feeling the breeze as I tried to remember how it felt to be free. My mind yearned to dance in the wind. For that one moment, nothing else was important. I started dancing on the ledge. A frenzied dance that gave no heed to the four story drop below me. I leapt and spun, all upon the razor thin edge of roof. And with every passing moment I came closer to the freedom that I so desired.

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