The Excess

6) Three or six?

    I stare blankly at his face with a bit of disappointment. He stares back at me, biting his lip and picking at the seam of his pants.
"ANSWER ME!" I yell. All he does is look down at the floor and kick the bottom of the desk. "Leighton, if you don't answer me I'll never speak to you ever again. You can count on it too!" My eyes begin to swell up and my cheeks go red, the fury building up in side me.
"No, I've got a problem. I can't stop taking them the effects make me feel things you couldn't image. I've been trying to quit but I can't stop Caleigh, I really can't...Don't tell anyone please... I beg of you." He says, like somebody shot him with a phaser in the leg.
"You need to stop, it can kill you! Do you really want our child to grow up only with a mother! I can't protect and hide it without you! I whisper very sternly. He looks at me, his eyes red as blood, with teardrops gently rushing down his face. "Maybe I'll just take those pills and get rid of it! How would you like that!" I grab the pill bottle and swing open the door. I run towards my room, concealing the pills in my pocket.
"Some bodies angry!" Jesse scoffs.
"Go to hell Jesse!" I reply, very angrily.
"Can't, I'm already there!" He smirks, but I leave no time to argue. I open my door and slam it. I pull the lock latch and sit down on my bed, silently drowning in my thoughts.

I could just end all of this, take my problems away. I don't even need to be here I have no future. Take three of these, and kill the baby. I'll put it out of its misery before the misery. Take six, I spare myself the pain and just end it all. I don't want to live anymore it's not like I am of any value.

I twist the cap of the pill bottle and poor out six pills. I sway between both decisions, like what they call a "seesaw" on earth. Just then my window opens, Leighton shoves himself through and falls onto the floor, flopping like a little fish.
"Caleigh don't do it, please." He begs, like a sad puppy that's been kicked over and over again.
"This isn't your decision, Leighton" I snap at him.
"It's my child too." He slowly gets up.
"It's my life."
"Please, Caleigh I love you, and our baby. I'll do anything."
"Keep fucking talking and I'll take all six and you'll have nothing to love."
"Stop!" He yells.

     He rushes over, reaching for the pills. I punch him in the side and kick him between the legs. Off balanced, he starts tripping backwards and lands across the room. Stunned, he gets up and walks slowly over. I pop all six down my throat and swallow them. Still sitting on the bed, he tackles me. He picks me up and places me on his lap, prying my mouth open. Kicking and screaming, I start reaching for his neck. It is no use, and he sticks his fingers down my throat. I gag, spitting out the pills. He lets me go, with a sigh in relief. I get up and turn around. I stare at him for a few seconds, then slap him with all my left over strength.
"Go screw yourself." I mutter, rushing towards the window, I wedge myself out and fall into the garden in front of base. I get up and walk towards where I work. It's the weekend, so the weekend crew is working. I'm apart of the weekday crew, but I need something to do. Extra work is always in encouraged. It's a triangular building with the a loading dock in the back. Behind the dock is where the Dunha ships park, and are refueled. I grasp the door handle and pull it. I enter the building, and get greeted by a bunch of familiar faces. I walk to the punch clock and punch in, and notice that there is oddly no SCA officers. I jog out to the dock and do not smell, the usual smell of stingy gasoline. I look around at the weekend crew, all sitting on the bench, chattering among themselves.
"Why aren't you guys working?" I ask.
"There not be any ships." A tall, lean colored man says with concern.
"What'da mean? There supposed to land here at five o'clock. It's 6:30."
A man, with thick brown bushy hair walks in looking laden with despair. He begins speaking into a microphone connected to a head set, the sound booming though speakers around the building.
"My sincerest apologies, but I have just been informed that there will be no more deliveries. War has broken out over supplies on earth, and they can't keep up with the demand. We are on our own. They send us they're sincerest apologies and tell us that they have strong faith in us that we can survive." He says sternly, and turns around to walk away.
"What do you mean, sir!" a girl with blonde hair yells.
"We're going to have to find an alternative to way to live. They aren't helping us anymore." The man says.