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new chapter... kinda short. School out. This is th part where i tell you that updates will be coming in fast. I'm making no promises.

Seriously, I don't own Twilight. If I did Edward and Jake would belong to me. -sigh-

I didn't like it here. It was cold, and the chair was uncomfortable. The silent room smelled of rubbing alcohol. There were two other women in here. One with long dark hair had a belly so big she could've popped any minute. The other girl was blonde and not so big. The bell dinged as another girl walked in. She was much younger, probably around sixteen.

Seeing that girl, much further along than me, left a strange feeling in me. She was so young. I couldn't even imagine being in her position. When I was sixteen my biggest problems were my mother's new husband and whether I should live with Charlie. And I didn't have a boyfriend until I was seventeen. And at seventeen my biggest issue was whether or not my vampire boyfriend would turn me. Not quite the same.

The door to the back opened and a nurse stood there. She called my name and I followed her to a room. I waited there alone for about five minutes until the doctor poked her head in.

"Miss Swan?" she asked. I nodded. "Come with me to my office. I need to ask you a few questions."

Once we were seated in her office, she began.

"So, how long would you say it's been since?"

"A month and a half or so," I said.

"And the father?"

I swallowed. "We're not together."

"Is he going to be a part of the baby's life?"

"No," I said with such finalization, it seemed like a reality check.

"So, we pulled your records from your doctor in Forks, and it says-" My groan interrupted her.

"I'm sorry. News travels fast there. You have no idea," I said.

"Oh, well it was all private, of course," she assured me. If she only knew. "It says here," she said, flipping through some papers, "you were on anxiety medication when you were 18."

"Yeah, toward the end of my senior year I got depressed and my dad sent me to a therapist and I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression. I had bad anxiety attacks."

"Do you mind if I ask what caused this?"

"Bad break-up. Really bad break-up," I told her.

"I'm sorry to hear that. What was the last prescription you were on?"

"Uh..." I thought for a moment. "Some antibiotics for a cold I had a couple months ago."

"Well, that's about it. How about we examine you and see what we've got?"

The exam was awkward and strange, but short. She printed up a picture of what looked like some kind of bean and told me that the baby was due May 14. I sat in my car staring at the ultrasound pictures. She'd given my quite a few. I'd already decided to keep two for myself, one for mom, one for Charlie- though I wasn't sure if I would send it - one for Jake, one for Emily, and one for Alice. She'd already told me how excited she was to see the pictures for real and show them to everyone.

When I got home and Edgar greeted me, I bent down and showed him the picture. "What do you think of that?" I asked him. He meowed and sniffed it. Then walked away. "Thanks," I said, walking into the kitchen to put the picture on the fridge.

There was a knock on the door, and then the door opened. Angela walked in calling my name. I snatched the ultrasound off the fridge and shoved it into my pocket.

"Bella?" She turned to the kitchen. "Bella!" She ran to me and hugged me. That's when I realized that I hadn't called her or gone to class in over two weeks.

"Where have you been?" she asked. "You haven't called me or anything! I was so worried!"

"Angela! Chill!" I yelled.

"I'm sorry, I was just scared. Neither Ben nor I have heard from you, or Guyden, for so long. I was scared something happened to you or that you'd shut yourself back up in here again," she said, referring to a brief period when I'd first moved in. I'd still been on those anxiety pills and figured that I didn't need them now that I was in college, and I'd quit them cold turkey. I had a huge anxiety attack the next day and locked myself in my apartment. My therapist had failed to mention that I would slowly need to be weaned off the pills.

I'd scared the life out of Angela. She even called Jake and he had to drive down here and bust open my door. They eventually got me back up to Forks to see my therapist. Talking to that guy was the hardest thing I'd done. To tell him so much and so little at the same time. In a way I was grateful I'd told him the things I did because he seemed to understand. Though I was never as grateful as I was with Jake for picking me up from where I'd been when Edward left. I felt bad that couldn't be everything he wanted, needed, and deserved from me. Either way, I knew how Angela felt right now. I hadn't had that big of a breakdown since Mom had come up after Edward left, and she tried to take me to Jacksonville.

"Sorry, I just..." I paused. I definitely couldn't hide this forever. "I'm just going through some stuff..."

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, and I nodded.

I bit my lip in hesitation.

Bahahahaahah! Cliff hanger. Is she going to tell her? If so, what will Angela think? Will a giant sluge monster burst through the window and take Bella's cat? Probably not, but hey. thats why the call it fiction. lol

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