Can I Do This?

Prologue

"Lydia, come on we're going to be late." The boy dressed in tight black skinny jeans, a white V-neck t-shirt and black converse, with dyed blonde hair with blue tips with snakebites and gages speaks standing at my doorway. I nod and grab my leather jacket and studded clutch smiling up to him since he's a good 5 inches taller than me. "I love you." He speaks again placing a hand onto my sorta noticeable baby bump. "I love you too." I spoke before kissing him and placing my hand on top of his.

"I'm not insane!

I'm not insane!

I'm not!

Not insane!

Come back to me!

It's almost easy!"

My alarm blares telling me to wake up. I slam my hand against it and groaned out of frustration. 'First day of school. oh goody!' My mind speaks to me to remind me why my alarm is going off at 6:30 in the morning. But I don't want to wake up, all I want to do is lay in bed and cry. Why? You ask. Well that's because today is the day my beloved boyfriend Caleb, captain of the football(soccer) team was killed by a drunk driver on broad daylight heading over to my house to tell him the big news a month ago. What news? You ask again. "Lydia honey? You awake? You take your prenatal vitamins yet?" My mother asks through my door. Does that answer your question? Yes I'm pregnant and the father is gone. "Please mum can I stay home? Today is not a good day for me to go to school." I plead still laying in my bed as a tear slides down my cheek looking at the picture of Caleb and I as Prom King an Queen in Year 12. Its my last year of school then I'm out, thank god. My door opens to my mum walking in and sitting/kneeling I front of me, wiping the tear away with her thumb. "No honey you have to go." She speaks softly giving me sad eyes. I sit myself up an lean against my headboard. Her eyes follow my movements then sits on my bed. Then I break out in sobs moving to her arms. She hushes me and runs her fingers through my hair, trying to calm me down. "I-I just m-miss him so m-much." I sob more into her night shirt not caring that its getting soaked by my tears. "I know love, I miss him too. But do you think he wants to see you like this? Crying cause he's gone?" She asks lifting up my head to look at her. I shake my head no and calmed my sobs to soft hiccups. "Mum, how am I going to do this? Raise the baby without his/her father to see him/her grow up?" I look up at her as another tear falls. "Baby, you have me and your father to help. You are not alone plus you have yours friends as well." She says smiling and wiping the tear away. I nod and look down. "Now get ready. Breakfast will be ready for you." I nod again getting up and grabbing my towel and headed to the bathroom. After I start my shower I look into my full body mirror and lay my hands on my stomach.

Can I Do This?