~Sienna~
Oh no.
This can’t be happening.
Hot tears dot my eyes and drop on the plastic kit in my hands. My heart sinks and keeps sinking, I don’t even understand how my legs still hold my weight.
I wish I’m seeing things and this result in my hand is just a figment of my brain and when I look again it’s not going to be the same, but it remains.
Positive.
Two unblinking parallel lines.
No, no, no.
There has to be a mistake, there’s no way this damn thing is real.
Pregnant?
How can I be pregnant when I always take the pill every damn time? Yes, I’ve never forgotten.
Oh God, what is happening to me?
This isn’t a good time, not after all that went down this week. This has to be wrong, this plastic stuff isn’t reliable.
My hands shake as I wipe off the tears and clumsily hold onto
