꧁A New Life꧂ [Republished]

1: Leaving

1 month later

It's been a month he left me.

I have been like a zombie.

Not eating properly.

Not breathing properly.

Not living.

Just surviving

Just trying to get by the day.

Without any desires.

Without any feelings.

Just numb.

I was in a depression.

Dad got worried seeing me like this.

He tried to send me to Florida with mom but I didn't agree.

I threw a fit not wanting to go anywhere.

This is my place now.

I know I have to move on but not just for a while.

Just a little longer please.

Let me live in this dream for a little longer.

Let me dream and when I wake up I promise to be strong.

But for just while let me be vulnerable.

Let me the pathetic girl friend who can't get over her break up.

Just some time please.

I promise to be better.

Now I am lying in the bed thinking about everything when suddenly I felt sick.

I ran to the bathroom and begin to throw up till I was all empty.

I felt my throat burn and eyes water.

I threw up bad my head spinning.

I slide down the floor as I tried to catch my breath.

My throat burning and making my head spin even more.

I got up from the floor and flushed.

I held on the door as I started to make my way out of the bathroom.

I got in my room and flopped down on my bed.

A heard a notification in my phone.

I took the phone and began scrolling through it.

A paused as I looked at the date.

My eyes widened.

I did not get my periods this time.

I counted the days again. No. It cannot happen.

It's been a whole week late.

Can I be ...? I thought but shook my head.

I ran out not caring about the dizziness,

Taking out my car keys I sprinted downstairs,

Locking the door I drove to the nearby supermarket.

I made sure there was no one I knew and bought the things I needed.

Paying the money I once again sprinted to my car driving it fast to my home.

I waited for the results as I paced back and forth the room.

I pulled my hair thinking of all the way that this thing can go wrong.

I heard some beeps alerting me that the results are ready.

With heavy steps I walked to the multiple sticks I sat down the counter.