The Mistakes We Make

Swiftly pulling up my pants, I unhinge the old rusty lock of the 711 bathroom stall. My stomach was a knotted twist of nerves and anxiety. The urge to throw up was quickly rearing its ugly head. Pulling my oversized grey hoodie closer to my body, in attempt to comfort myself.

I set the three saturated tests on the marble counter.
pulling out her phone in dead silence, Ash sets a timer for 3 minutes. The silence between those three simple minutes is excruciating, like that of nails on a chalkboard. you can hear each defining puff of air from lungs to chest in the small bathroom.
BLING!!!! BLING!!!!
The timer ripping a whole in what would've otherwise been a silent oasis, but at the moment I'm happy for the interruption it makes. Ash is first to walk up to the counter, as my feet are frozen to the ground where I stand.
Silently she picks up one end of the test. For a girl who can never shut up, it's her silence when reading the test that truly terrifies me.
With heavy dejection and sorrow, the next two words that pass her lips are ones I'd never thought I hear.

Voice barley reaching a whisper as she says "Mer, Its Positive"
Dread fills my body, my vision clouds, my palms get sweaty, and things start to get dizzy. Finding a wall to anchor myself I slowly slide down it till my butt is parallel to the floor.

My hand slides across my flat stomach clenching it hard, just praying it's not true.
"I'm pregnant" it's not a question, more like a far off statement, as my mind starts to drift off to anywhere but where I sat on the dirty, gritty, bathroom floor of a 711.

What will happen? . . . . . . . . .Read To Find Out?