In Love And Death

Do you think it's time to say what they told us yet?

"Did you just heard what he said?" I was really confused, I wondered if Brian felt the same.

"Yeah." He looked surprised. "That's great isn't it?"

"Yeah." I looked over to Brian. "We read the thing wrong. Didn't we?"

He sat down next to me on the bed. "Yes we did. I'm excited." He kissed me.

"I'm mother fucking pregnant?" I was surprised and scared. "I don't want to have a fucking kid when I'm a fucking teenager." I started to cry. "I don't want this."

Brian shushed me. "Baby, you'll be fucking great mother. Relax" he pushed my head up so I could meet his green eyes, "At least we know it's mine."

I sniffled and looked down at the floor. "I have the fucking baby of Brian Molko in me. Great." I sighed.

The doctor came back in as I started crying again. "Hey what's the matter?" He turned his head to the side.

I looked up at him. "Did you tell anyone else I'm pregnant?" I wanted my parents to at least know so I didn't have to tell them myself.

"No, only you. We only tell the expecting first." My wish wasn't fulfilled. I was fucked.

"Great." I looked back over at Brian. "Can you help me tell my family?" I grasped Brian's hand.

"Yes, Zoe. I don't want you to be all alone." He kissed my forehead.

The doctor gave something to me. "Take this, sorry Brian. She's gotta sleep." The doctor patted my head and left.

Brian stood up. "Take the pill. I'll be back here with the guys tomorrow." He grabbed his jacket.

 "Don't tell them anything yet." I wanted to see their faces as we told them.

"I promise." Brian hugged me. "See you tomorrow baby." He kissed me.

"Goodbye." I popped the pill in my mouth as he left. It made me tired, but I didn't fall asleep. My pain kept me awake through out the night. I actually fell asleep around 4 a.m.

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I woke up to no one in the room, it was pretty nice actually. I looked over at the clock, it said it was 9.

"Shit, five hours. Really?" I was actually impressed I got some amount of sleep. I moved my sheets off my skinny body. My leg had a fuck ton of stitches in it. I noticed dried blood on my sheets, it hurt when I tried to get up and move. I didn't want to try to get up any time soon.

A nurse walked in from seeing me moving. "Are you okay?" She asked.

I sat at the edge of the bed. My legs dangled over the side. "I'm alright. I guess." I sighed. It wasn't fun being in a hospital where you couldn't do a single thing without help.

"I heard about your story from some of the other workers. You're pretty tough kid." She smiled at me. "Congrats also."

"Thank you." I slouched in the bed. It hurt my ribs, but I didn't try to show any pain. "I'm feel like I'm too young for all this." A few tears fell on my hospital gown.

"Well, I had my first child when I was seventeen." She tilted my head to look up at her. "Sweetie, you'll be okay. I didn't let my instincts of being scared get to me." She took her hand off my face and wiped my tears away. 

The nurse hugged me, she made me feel okay about what I was going to be put through.

"Are you okay now?" She asked when she pulled out of the hug.

"I think." I wiped the rest of my tears away.

"Just like I said." She patted my shoulder. "Tough kid." She walked out into the hall and shut my door.