{Colette P.O.V.}
It was silent on the way home.
Nobody said a thing. The clouds were crying and the sun was hiding it's face.
So was I.
My baby. My baby was taken from me.
I know teen pregnancy is frowned upon but, what did I do to deserve this? What did I do to deserve to lose the life inside of me, not only hers, but mine too.
I feel numb, when Ryder try's to hold my hand, I just move away. It's not that I blame him or anything, I just don't think I can stay strong because of this.
My grandmother and Ryder keep looking at me and sharing worried glances at each other in the rear view mirror. I don't care though. It's probably a good thing they're worried. Maybe when they find me it won't be as bad. I just want to be with my daughter.
As we pull into the driveway I get out before the car even stops completely. I hear Ryder calling after me but I don't care.
I stumble up the steps and unlock the door, I feel his fingertips brush against my waist before I rush into the house and into my room. I lock the door and sit down.
I can't even cry.
It feels like someone just cut open my heart and started clipping all the heartstrings.
"Mom? Dad? If you can hear me, please don't be disappointed. I didn't mean to do any of this. I never thought- .. I never thought it was possible to feel this much pain.. When I first saw Ryder I thought he was interesting, and I knew by the look in his eye he would be trouble but I didn't know he would be pain. I know you'd like him because you were so accepting but I know you'd be so disgusted by what we did. You wouldn't approve of the baby. And I know it's not his fault but- but I love him but I can't be disappointing anymore. I've lost too much. I'm not strong enough and I'm just asking you to please forgive me and please accept me when I get to you.. I love you guys." I can feel the hot tears finally falling down my face.
My world is crashing around me. I know that it'll get better but why should I wait and let it get better? Why should I wait for everything to be great? So it can come crashing down again? No. Not this time.
I find my way to my desk and pull out the razor I hid there.
Ryder is banging against the door and my grandmother is yelling. I don't care, I'm only disappointing them so why not end their misery.
Everything goes quiet and I decide against the razor. I put it away and close the drawer just as the door breaks open. My grandmother rushes in and comforts me as I look Ryder in the eye.
I can't read his expression before he shakes his head and walks out of the room.
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Teen FictionDo you ever just wonder why things happen. Like, one day, we could just stop and say, "Nope I'm not gonna." And just refuse to live. But the thing is. There ARE people who do that. People give up on life. But they don't succeed in suicide and end...