Chapter 7
Hannah
The next few weeks were a blur. I mostly stayed in my room, alone. Arianna would sometimes visit, but it would only be for short amounts of time. Mom didn’t really notice. She probably figured it was just a stage.
So about two and a half weeks after my incident with Logan, I was sitting on my chair looking out the window. I hate to admit it, but I was thinking about him. How much I wanted and missed him. Even after what he’d done to me. I was stupid. He was awful! But the look on his face when he came to Ari’s house. It seemed like he was truly sorry. I missed him.
Angrily, I pushed these thoughts out of my head. I was crazy! Logan had hurt me. If Arianna could read minds, she’d be yelling at me right now. I was being stupid. I walked out of my chair and into my bathroom. I wasn’t ready for what I saw.
My hair, which was usually in perfect shiny blonde curls, was puffy and knotted. I had deep circles under my purple eyes. I didn’t recognize the girl in this mirror. I pitied her. I walked toward my shower, about to take a well-needed shower.
Suddenly, my stomach turned. I rushed to the toilet, puking what was the very little amount of food in my stomach. Feeling gross, I stepped away and washed out my mouth. I needed to get something real to eat before I got even sicker.
I walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom to put on something different when I noticed my small calendar sprawled across my desk. I picked it up, reading over the dates. Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat. “No,” I whispered. “It can’t be.” I looked at it again. And again. But I wasn’t mistaken. My period was eighteen days late. Not two or three, but eighteen. I dropped the calendar on the floor. I kicked it under the bed, too scared to look at it.
I ran out the door, still in my pajamas. I ran down the street to downtown, stumbling. People were staring at my t-shirt and pajama pants and my barefoot feet. I didn’t care. Suddenly, the bright neon sign for CVS appeared. I sprinted the last few yards to the store. I walked through the automatic doors. The place was deserted, with only a cashier at the desk and an old couple looking at band-aids. I walked down one of the isles, looking. Suddenly, I saw a row of boxes of pregnancy tests. I slowly picked one up, scared. I went up to the cashier to buy it. She was about 19, with streaked blue hair up in a spiky ponytail. She has multiple piercings and a pound of makeup on. She kept snapping her lime green gum. I handed her my purchase. She glanced at it for a moment, then at me. She then slowly rang it up, not taking her eyes off me. She handed me the tiny plastic bag. “You okay honey?” she asked, snapping her gum.
I didn’t say anything. I just handed her the money and slowly took the bag, keeping my face hidden. I walked out of the store and outside to the brisk autumn day. I walked down the street, scared. This time I wasn’t rushing. I was walking as slowly as possible. But soon, I reached my house. I walked into my house, and marched into upstairs. I slowly shut the door and locked it.
Taking a deep breath, I walked over to the trashcan. Slowly, I opened up the test and threw the wrapper away. I carefully followed the instructions. Shaking, I lay the stick back down onto the counter. I stepped away and sat on the toilet lid. Now all I had to do was wait. I pulled my knees to my chest and shut my eyes. Taking deep breaths, I counted all the way to 300. Time was up, but I wasn’t ready. I counted to 300 again. Then again. Knowing I couldn’t put it off any longer, I stood up and walked over to the counter. I looked into the result window. There was a tiny plus sign in the window. Plus sign as in positive. It was telling me I was pregnant.
The room started to spin. I had to steady myself on the counter. I couldn’t be pregnant. It had to be wrong. I looked back at the stick. Its plus sign stared right back at me. My stomach flip -flopped. I felt as if I were punched in the stomach. I ran into my room and grabbed my cell phone. I needed to see Arianna.
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