Twenty-One
FEBRUARY-17 YEARS OLD
Within the next few weeks, I learn something important, when anybody says ‘it’s your decision’ they don’t mean it; they mean it’s your mistake. Whatever you decide, it’s on you. And I’ve learned it is. It is on you.
Audrey barely talks to me now. It is weird because we have always been so close. Christine comes around, but not much. I know it’s because of the abortion. They were the ones telling me to keep it. I knock softly on Audrey’s door.
“Come in.”
I open the door and can see the look on her face. She is indifferent I guess. Not happy or sad to see me, just there.
“Can I talk to you?’
“Sure.”
“I can tell you are mad at me,” her eyes flicker a bit, but other than that she remains the same, “I just miss talking to you.”
“Yeah, I miss you too. T
