Change My Mind *1D Fanfic*

Chapter 42

I run to the bathroom, and throw my head over the opening of the toilet. All of my previous items that I have consumed, were thrown up in the water. Morning sickness. First sign of being officially pregnant. I stand up wearily, and lean over the sink while gripping the sides tightly.

I feel tears escape from my eyes. Ive been stressing out to much lately, and I believe that it has taken a great toll on my body. Emotionally, and physically. I really dont get it, and dont know why I feel like this. Or do I?

Well it could include: the baby, being a senior, and last but least. Spencer.

Why did he ever come back? This is just shit. Shitty shitty shit. I look at myswlf in the mirror, and grimace at the reflection in the mirror. My reflection. I have become weak, worthless, stressed, angry, sad, and just plain unhappy of what has happened. The figure in the mirror is me, but so alien.

The natural blue tint of my eyes have disappeared completely, and it was replaced by just a dull grey. There are heavy bags under my eyes, and I look very ghostly. Very pale. I run my frail hand through my unruly hair. Stopping, and tugging at a few knots that touched my fingers. I turn the tap on, and the water runs down smoothly from the silver faucet. I cup my hands together to make a little bowl, and hold it up under the cool water. After my 'cup' somewhat filled upped I dipped my head down, and splashed the water on my face.

I sigh with satisfaction. I havent done this in like forever. Somehow the water always sooths my body for some paranormal reason. Paranormal? Wow that was a weird choice of vocabulary. Oh well, im not really ideal on that sort of stuff so yeah. Dont judge.

I groan. Mood swings... Another sign. "Ugh," I throw my arms up in frustration, and stomp out of the bathroom, and head downstairs heading straight towards the fridge. Yes. The fridge.

Im craving like badly right now. Hmm cold pasta sounds good right now. Mm that sounds soooooo good. I walk by my parents making sure I dont catch their attention, and enter our small kitchen. Oh how much I love this place. It has to be my favorite place in this whole house. Yes the kitchen. I start to rummage through the fridge, then ahed when I found the left over pasta noodles that we had a couple nights ago.

I open the tuperware container, and grab a metal fork from the silverware drawer. I walk into the dinning room, pull out a chair, and sit down. I spin my fork in the pasta, making it swirl onto my fork. I then pull it up, and lift it into my mouth. I groan in satisfaction. Its soo good. I then repeat my actions until I am finished with my noodles. I stand up, and place the contents that I have used into the sink. I yawn, and a stinging pain starts to form in my lower stomach.

I groan once again while clutching my swelled stomach. "Ugh," I moan while sliding down on the ground.

"Hey Emmalee im goi- EMMALEE!" my mother screeches while running up to me. She kneels down, and starts to rub my back smoothly. "What happened sweetie?" she asks, concern lining her voice. I shake my head more, clutching my stomach lightly, and tears start to brim my eyes. "I cant help you if you dont tell me whats wrong," she says her voice becoming more sterner, and panicked. Weird combination.

"M-my sto-stomach," I whimper, and she frantically nods then starts to unravel my little human ball I have constructed out of my body. My legs are now touching the floor, and she gasps while her hands tremble against my arm. I feel more tears stream down in which they are going to lead into more stains upon my cheeks.

"Oh god," she whispers, and I look towards the ground just ashamed. I should've told her earlier. Instead of a month later when I found out. Shes my mother, and I was terrified to even tell her.

One word: Pathetic.

"Emmalee," her voice has lowered down, and she is staring at my bump. "Is this a dream?" she asks mostly wabtibg to regret what she is seeing. Her own daughter, pregnant. It must be bad because Shelby my older sister was in the same situation. Being pregnant at a young age. Her's was on the night of homecoming, mine was a accidental with Niall.