Shattered

Aftermath

There was an incessant beeping somewhere and my eyes wouldn't open. What happened? I opened my eyes only to shut them again quickly.

"She's waking up, Peter."

"Good. Tell her what we agreed on, I'll be outside."

"Peter, please. She's our dau-"

"I'm done taking about this. Do it Sandra."

My eyes adjusted catching a glimpse of my father leaving the room. I felt a hand on my own and saw my beautiful mother. Her eyes were red and puffy and I could feel her shaking.

"H-hi, baby. How are you feeling?" I tried to talk but no words came out. She offered my a cup of water and I greedily took it. Was I really dying? Why did my father leave?

"Sweetie, did you know? Why didn't you tell us?"

Did I know what? What didn't I tell them? I knew it, I always screw things up. What did I do now?

"You're a month along and you're fathers not happy about this. I'll try to talk to him but it's going to take some time."

I didn't know what she was talking about but yet everything made sense. I wanted to laugh and cry. Was this real? No. I must be dreaming or in some coma. This wasn't really happening. My hand went over my flat stomach. Was there really a life growing in there?

"Y-you can't leave me. Please don't leave me." She only shook her head letting go of my hand as tears fell down her freckled cheeks. Her soft lips touched my forehead giving me a goodbye kiss before walking out.

My parents didn't love me.

The door opened and the world froze for a split second as I watched the love of my life walk in. He looked angry yet all I could think about was how pretty his eyes were.

"Naomi, that is not my kid."

Just like that my heart broke all over again. Every bone in my body felt like it was being crushed. How could he say something like that? Of course it's his! Why was he doing this to me? Oh right.

I deserve this.