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Chapter Thirty-One: Test

Chapter Thirty-One:  Test

...I don't know why I listened to this song whilst writing this chapter, but it gave me a lot of inspiration whilst writing. I think it's just the darkness and the way it sounds that motivated me. Idk, but I love Melanie :3

Bryony 

I run a hand through my red hair, pulling on my dark grey beanie on afterwards. The bitter cold makes my cheeks and the tip of my nose a pale shade of rose pink, which easily stands out on my pale skin. Letting out a foggy breath, I begin to walk down the road with my hands stuffed into my dark green jacket. I scan the crowd of people as I walk, feeling somewhat self conscious in this foreign city. I pause outside of the pharmacy, glancing up at it a little. Before I enter the small store, I sigh, dropping my eyes to the floor. I press my hand against the icy glass, forcing the door open with a push.

Bitter and sweet smells hit my nose as the small, fairly quiet bell jingles, and I let out a shudder as I begin walking round after scooping up a small, blue basket. I come to a sudden halt at the feminine products section, and I let my eyes drift from package to package to find what I need. I randomly select a small, thin box, picking it up in my hands and turning it over a few times. I'd never done this before, obviously, so I wasn't sure if there was a specific brand I should buy. Well, this looks good enough. 

I place the box into the basket, forcing myself to buy another one just in case. I shakily take a step backwards, turning around as I head to the counter. I place the blue basket onto the shiny, wooden surface, smiling weakly at the man, in a tight, white jacket, as he picks up the boxes and scans them. He raises an eyebrow, but then smiles at me.

"Good luck." He says softly, causing me to be a little shocked. I blink for a moment, but then shove any anxiety aside as I take the bag holding the two pregnancy tests. 

"It's not me who needs the luck." I tell him, my voice sounding quiet and broken. He frowns a little, looking somewhat concerned. 

"Why ever not?" He asks, pushing his glasses further up his button nose. I let out a puff of air, my cheeks swelling briefly as I do.

"They're for a friend - not for me." I say, and he nods his head simply. "Is it okay if I, um, get some pills with this? You know, morning after pills." I say, a little awkward. He lets out a sigh, but places the pills onto the counter. I hand over the money I owe and before anything more can be discussed between us both, I turn away briskly and head for the door. My hands are shaking nervously - for a reason that is unspecified - as I step back out onto the streets. I heard that it was particularly rare for LA to be this cold so early, but I didn't question it. There are more serious things to be worried about, rather than the weather. 

I rub my hands together, trying to gather warmth in them as I slowly make my way back to the hotel that Joe and I were staying at. I nervously flick my eyes back and forth, feeling as if someone's gaze was burning into the back of my head. Trying to shrug the feeling off, I walk into the hotel and step into the elevator, sucking in a sharp breath.

I had never liked elevators. I honestly don't know why I had even taken this - I'm guessing that my mind was too preoccupied with other recent happenings. I beg for the elevator to not break down, to not groan to a halt and have its lights sputter with sparks and blow out. Thankfully, they don't and the elevator doesn't grind to a stop. I step out of the elevator the second the doors slide open, and I almost run down the hall to make it back to Joe and I's room - we were staying the hotel room three-one-nine. I unlock the room, letting out a heavy breath that takes a weight off of my chest when I step through the doors. 

"Hey, babe," Joe says, peeking around the corner and smiling at me. I can't help but smile back - his wide, toothy grins were contagious. "What you got there?" He asks, nodding to the plastic bag I hold in my hand. I hold it up for a moment, eyeing it as if I had forgotten it was there.