Pregnant Little Liars

Empty Eyes, Ravaged Soul

The Next Day
*Spencer's POV*

"Spencer, we are starting group activity in five minutes." A blonde ponytailed nurse says, poking her head into my room. I look up with a solemn nod. She smiles and closes the door gently.

I sit up straight in bed and stare at my dry callused hands. I close them into tight fists and squeeze until my knuckles turn white. Then I relax and open my palms. I watch as the blood returns to my hands and sigh deeply. Then I force myself out of the uncomfortable springy bed and shuffle in a zombie-like manor down the hall and to the main lobby. A bunch of people in depressing robes are seated around tables playing sad, effortless games of chess, checkers, poker, or any other lame card game. I take a seat on a hard metal chair and curl up. The blonde haired nurse comes by again and smiles.

"I'm glad to see you've joined us!" she exclaimes excitedly. I say nothing. She smiles her toothy grin and glides towards another group of people. A dark haired girl who looks to be about twenty takes a seat next to me. She has piercings in every exposed place on her body.

"Why'd they lock you up pretty bitch?" she asks in a deep raspy voice. I look away and say nothing. She keeps talking.

"Haven't seen you around here before bitch. Are you new?"

I say nothing. My throat is sore and my lips are clamped tightly. If I wanted to speak, I don't think I could.

"Well I'm not new." The girl continues. "I've been here for four months. FOUR FUCKING MONTHS!" she says, shoving four boney fingers in my face. Her breath smells like the rotten tuna fish sandwich they fed us for lunch. I almost gag. I swing my legs to the other side of the chair and sit up a bit. That's when she notices.

"Shit! Bitch you got knocked up at, what are you? sixteen, seventeen, eighteen? You don't mess around bitch do you now?" she says laughing.
I decide that from now on, I am refusing to talk to anyone. I'm mute now and no one can make me talk.

"So bitch, who's the father?" The girl asks.

Who the hell does this girl think she is, asking me questions about my personal life and referring to me as "bitch"? I don't even know her! She's pretty sick and twisted, kind of like me, but worse. Why should I answer her? I don't have to, but for some reason I really want to answer. Maybe it will help me believe it to hear it out loud. I grab my stomach, stare into her eyes, peel my lips apart, swallow, and speak.

"There's no father." I say. My voice is hoarse and scratchy.

"and I'm not pregnant." I say. Tears well in my eyes. Not tears of sorrow or tears of loss and betrayal. Tears of anger well up. I make one last sound before sealing my lips permanently. I open my mouth and scream as loud and long as I can.

Everyone around me turns and stares. Nurses come running from all directions. The girl sitting next to me falls off of her chair in shock. The nurses grab my arms and legs and try to calm me down, but it's useless. They push and shove me into my room where I sit silently. I'm screaming inside, but no one can hear me. I pound my fists into the wall until they bleed. I kick the side of the metal bed until my toes are numb. I'm never getting out of here. If insanity was a person, I'd be its biggest victim.

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Even though it's a little late, I'm wishing you all a Happy New Year! Goodbye 2016, Hello 2017! Comment your new years resolutions!

Also I know this chapter is a little short, but I wanted to capture Spencer's feelings and emotions without dragging the chapter on and on. Promise to update as soon as I can!
-K