A/N I'm not exactly sure how this story will pan out, I'll be asking for peoples opinions in the reviews so please, please give me a hint of what you want to see. This song is It's Not the Time by Kendall Payne.
It's not the time,
It's not the place,
I am afraid.
They keep telling me, I'm not alone
They're all standing by me, but I am not my own
This thing is growing like a cancer I must kill
I am so confused, I don't know what I feel
I refuse to believe this is a child
It's not a person yet it takes quite a while
And guilt is great on my shoulders tonight
Could someone please tell me what is wrong and what is right
What is wrong and what is right, what is wrong and what is right
But I know it's life, I can't deny that it's life
Oh is it life? Can I deny this its life? I am afraid
She stared at the pregnancy test in her hand, with only one thought in her head, abotion. There was no way she could go through with a pregnancy, especially with whom the father happened to be. Her life would be ruined, no cheerios, no parents, no cheerleading scholarship, no friends, no anything. All her life since she was 7 years old and had been taken aside for a "quiet chat" with Amanda and her cronies, the mini HBIC's of the Lima gymnastics club, ever since the moment she realised that to get ahead in life you couldn't be soft, you couldn't let anyone see you when you're down, humiliated. Pregnancy was the ultimate display of softness.
The .. fetus inside of her stomach wasn't really a baby, not yet anyway. It couldn't feel or think or anything. It wouldn't know that it's mother was going to kill it.
She wasn't it's mother just like ... he wasn't it's father. She should never have slept with him without using proper protection in the first place. It was the start of a slippery slope to the rest of her life. One minute she forgot to bring condoms to a hookup, the next she was missing her period, soon later she was standing here with a pregnancy test in her lap. If she didn't nip this little "thing" in the bud then would come the pregnancy rumors, the fall from grace, the weight gain, the being slushied in hallways and kicked off the cheerios. She wouldn't get a cheerleading scholarship to colledge, hell she might even have to drop out of high school. She would be estranged from her parents, have to choose wether to give her baby up for adoption, hand it over to some greedy bitch or to give up her whole bloody life for some stupid mistake.
But could she really have an abortion? It had been drilled into her head since as long as she could remember, killing is wrong and abortion is killing.