She sat on the toilet
It had taken her five minutes to walk the less than 30 second route from her old room to the bathroom, because she hobbled with the severe stomach pain.
Her Mum and him waiting outside anxiously for her.
Starting to urinate, thinking, hoping relieving herself of a full bladder she didn't even think she had had, might just relieve the pain too.
'Drop'
A sound like a penny hitting the water but without the clanking of metal/ coins/ copper hitting the bottom of the toilet bowl.
She gasped and peered down as the pain began to recede drastically.
Blood.
Not dripping.
Not pouring.
One
Large
Clot
Of
Blood
Sunken
Sinking
Sunk
Sinking
Baby?
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Days of my life
Teen FictionDays that she's have lived through Days she hasn't forgotten Its time to reclaim her life That she left in them days All feedback welcome, if you plan to be kind!
