The Lines

Chapter 1- Adoption.

After sitting for what felt like hours, staring at the pregnancy test, I knew what I had to do. I stood up and solemnly walked to my room.

I pulled a bag out of under my bed and began filling it with all my belongings. Which wasn't really much, I didn't have much clothing. Nor did I own a phone or anything of the sort. After I finished folding and arranging my clothes in the bag, I made sure to pact my few toiletries along with my pictures.

They were of my mother and I. We were as close as could be. Especially since it was only us. You see, my mum got pregnant with me at a very young age, of course her parents didn't approve and disowned her. Leaving her with nothing but the clothes on her back. She tried to contact my father but he had no interest in my mother or I. Broken hearted and alone, my mother worked everyday to save up enough to finally afford our own apartment. Which was what I call home. Well, used to.

That's why I had to go. I couldn't stand to bear my mother the burden of another mouth to feed, or the disapproval she was sure to give me. I shook my head to rid myself of those thoughts. I zipped up the bag and threw it over my shoulder. I went to the top shelf in my closet and pulled down a piggy bank I had gotten when I was barely able to walk.

Every year I would add whatever money I got to this piggy bank. I wanted to help my mother pay for my collage when I was old enough. Now that thought was only a memory, a dream I'll probably never be able to achieve now.

Unknowingly I caught my self rubbing my hand across my stomach in small circles. I sighed and took out the cork from the bottom to release the money inside.

"There should be at least a couple thousand. That should last me long enough to find a job" I thought to myself. I stuffed the cash into a pocket on my bag and with one last look around my old room, walked out.

Leaving a note on the kitchen counter, explaining to my mother that I had left. I didn't write why. But I assured that I would be back when I could return, without having to burden her any longer. A silent sob escaped my lips and I wiped my eyes of all my tears. I quickly left and locked the door behind me, not being able to bear being in there for a moment longer without breaking down completely.

I began to walk. Not really knowing where I was going. Only knowing I had to go far away, where no one would recognize me. This was a new beginning, for a while at least. I sighed once again rubbing my hand across my stomachs in those soothing circles. I began wondering if I should keep him or her. Abortion is completely out of the question, my mother had the same beliefs as I did. It was cruel and I would not stand for it. Maybe adoption? Yeah that's what I'll do. I'll take care of myself and this baby until it's born. Then I can simply find him or her a home. It shouldn't be too hard, so many couples wanting to adopt now a days. And especially babies.

I sighed a surprisingly sad sigh. I should be happy shouldn't I? Now that I have a plan, the baby will only be a minor set back. I'll be able to continue my plans of school and collage and finally a job where I can relieve my mother of the bill duties so she can rest easy and not be over worked all the time. It was my way to repay her for everything she had done for me. I nodded again. Reassuring myself that everything will work out.

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