Dark Flower

final chapter (sorry about the skipping at the end-ish)

Later on that day I went back to the house. I couldn't stop thinking about this. Why would this happen? How could this happen? Is this really happening? I couldn't stop questioning everything. I went into the bathroom and started freaking out. I was late. Oh no. Not now. It can't be. I took a pregnancy test. After waiting for what seemed like forever it gave me my results. Positive. I began crying again. Why now? I called my mom again. Sobbing.

"Mom. I can't handle this alone. I thought I was tough. But too many things are happening at once." I said when she picked up.

"I'll be right over." She said. I sat on the couch waiting for her. She knocked on the door and I let her in. She sat next to me.

"Mom. I just took a test. And I'm pregnant." I just blurted out. I started crying again. "What's am I gonna do!?" I cried. She hugged me patting my back.

"Don't worry. Mommy's here." She wispered.

"I'm dropping out of school. I can't be there. There's too many reminders. And I won't be able to focus, ever. And not when I'm pregnant." I declared.

"I understand. And I'll respect your choice." She said.

"I'll go tomarrow morning. Then leave. I need to do something." I said. She just nodded.

By the time she left it was semi late. So I went to bed. I woke up the next morning and put on an oversized black hoodie, black sweatpants, and black Converse. I walked to school. I got to first hour a few minutes late. I put my hood up and walked in.

"Hey Alice. Where's Jordan?" The teacher said. I swallowed the big lump in my throat. I took a deep breath.

"I just wanted to come and tell you that you won't be seeing neither of us again. I can't just can't take it here." I said semi quietly.

"What about Jordan?" The teacher asked. I wiped away the tear running down my face.

"Jordan overdosed on Antidepressants yesterday. And he was pronounced dead." The whole class went silent. Some kids cried. Some kids sat there looking down. I looked at the teacher. He had a few tears running down his face but obviously trying to stop from actually crying.

"Holy shit." The teacher kept repeating quietly.

"I'm sorry for disrupting your class. G-goodbye." I said walking out slowly.

I didn't want to cry in frount of the whole class so I held it in. I couldn't stop rubbing my stomach. The thought of all of this. Everything that's happening. I feel like my head's gonna explode. But I'm tough. I'll get through it. I've always been independent. So what's new? I didn't know how my mom truly felt about me being pregnant nor how she feels about me dropping out. But it'd for the best. For me. And the school.

***months later***

I had a boy. I named him Jacob Oliver Williams. Oliver was Jordan's middle name so I thought that could be his middle name too. I stayed in the same house. I got a job as a phone operator in an office. My mom luckly babysits Jacob while I'm at work. I try to pay her but she refuses. I haven't been with nor attempt to be with anybody. Even though my mom keeps telling me that I should start seeing somebody I figured I'm better off single. Jason got sober and settled down and got married to a very nice and beautiful woman named Isabelle. They both come over a lot to see their nephew. I honestly couldn't be more greatful to have all of them by my side.

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Thank you for actually being willing to read this story. I'm gonna make another one about Jacob's story. Any way, bye bye!