Sweet sixteen

Sweet 16th

"Hey, Becca! Happy birthday"
Scarlett ran up to you and gave you a huge hug.
"Thanks Scar, I'm not having a great day, I'm scared" you sighed.
"Aw, I'm sure you'll live long, just try not to worry about it"
You sighed and sat on the park bench. Your anxiety skyrocketed when you felt the pinch on your wrist.
"I don't want to look" you said, panicking "what if it's in a few years!"
"Here, quit being a baby, I'll look first" Scarlett grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer so she could get a good look.
"Uhm, Becca..." she said alarmed.
"What, what is it!?"
"Look at your wrist"
"Fuck fuck fuck!" You exclaimed "what am I going to do"
You started to bawl your eyes out. You started thinking about your future. You'll never get to find your soulmate, you'll never get married, you'll never get to have your children that you've always dreamed of. Scarlett sat down next to you not knowing what to do. She hugged you and tried to calm you down but nothing worked.
"1 more fucking year Scarlett"
"I know, I know, I love you Rebecca you know that don't you?"
You nodded your head and started to get up.
"I'm gonna have to go. Thanks for everything" you said walking off.
You needed to go and tell your parents. They deserved to know.
(15 minutes later)
"Hey darling, how long have you got?" Your mum said worried
You couldn't tell them, they would've been devastated.
"70 more years" you replied
"Oh my gosh hunny, I'm so glad!" she exclaimed hugging you "just wait until I tell your father, he's going to be so happy, we've been worried sick all day"
You felt awful. What was going to happen in a years time?
"Thanks mum..."

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