Author's Note: I'm actually quite proud of this.

Day Two-Hundred Nine: Whispering from Spring Awakening

No, no, no, no, no.

The lithe brunette curled up into a ball upon the confirmation of all her deepest fears. This wasn't supposed to happen to her, not her. She was not the kind of girl to fall pregnant after one night of weakness, one simple tryst…this was not in her plans.

Now, she was home alone. There was no one here to see her cry her eyes out. But what would happen when there were people here? What would happen when her stomach began to grow and people began to wonder? What was she to do when the judgment began to set in from the people around town, after it was no longer just a rumor, but a reality? She couldn't handle that.

She cursed herself for getting into this. How could she possibly do something like this? How could she sin in the worst possible way? She had so much to live for…

She supposed she got caught up in the night. It was such a beautiful night that night. The blue moon looked so beautiful over the land. She just got caught up in all her surroundings. It was a beautiful summer night and the air was so sweet…it was just luscious on her skin.

The ghosts all around her told her to expunge and expel every yearning feeling for that night and any recollection of it. She still had to live with this…she had to live with this sin and shame. She owed at least that to the sinless people who had died before her. She was not taking the easy way out: death. Regardless of that, she would never be able to do that to an unborn child. That would cause her more sorrow and heartache than the ignominy she would now have to bear.

And what would her family say? Surely, they'd be even more scornful of her than anyone else. She could already see her mother practically mourning the loss of a daughter, since surely, she would be dead to them all. She could see her father bent away from the town and playing the part of recluse, as if he were really upset, but he was just a wicked liar—and a good one at that. Her sister may have felt the loss of a sister for a split second. Soon after, her sister would turn into her father and ignore the loss. Her neighbors would all whisper in contempt with venom in their voices. She'd be the example for all the younger girls of what not to turn into.

She never had this sort of history of doing wrong. She was always a good kid in school. She did as she was told. She followed everything according to schedule and never strayed. And now, her history betrayed her. She messed up. She didn't follow the path that her teachers and parents had envisioned for her.

Everyone wanted to know who he was. Who the father was. They didn't really know she was pregnant, but there was that speculation. Everyone wanted to know. Everyone would want to know.

She wouldn't tell a soul. Only whispers into her pillow at the end of the night. Nobody would ever know about that night.

Nobody would know how doting and adoring and caring he was for her. Although at times, it felt as though his hands had been rude and searching for something, his heart was in the right place. Their hearts were in the right place. It was love. Although all her teachers tried to convince her otherwise, it was love, even though it was not in the holy bonds of marriage.

Now, if she had died as the girl who had committed such an awful sin, she would be alright because she knew where her heart was. There was still something good and beautiful that spawned out of it, if nothing else.

The child. They were the new life. They were hope. All she had to hang onto now was hope. This newfound hope was her new chance. It was like hope was whispering for her to have faith in it.

Oh, how she did.

Sarah: Thank you so much. I'm glad to kind of have you back (though I get it if you have to disappear on account of school).

MilaMizz: I hate math with a burning passion. I just...no. Sometimes my stuff is crap. Like the next one-shot? Crap. I totally did Queen an injustice. It's just awful. Still, I'm here for you. Jesus, I need to get you a thesaurus.

Guest:I am hoping for that! I really would love to get to the 1K mark! Thank you so much! I love you! Did I just say that? Yeah, well...thank you!

Tomorrow's one-shot shall be Love of My Life by Queen and I did it injustice (I am so sorry). I sort of tried. Not really. -Kayson