Pregnant... I can't be. I looked at the test again and sure enough, there were two lines. I instantly fell to the floor and started to cry. Chris is going to leave me... I'm going to be alone. I started shaking. I wrapped the box, that originally contained the test, in toilet paper, throwing it in the trash. I felt the urge to throw up again. I leaned over the toilet and vomited. Chris isn't here to hold my hair, so I have to do it myself. He isn't here to tell me everything is all right, so I do it myself. I want him back already, but that seems so selfish. I wipe my mouth and stand, flushing the toilet. I almost throw up again at the aftertaste of my vomit. I open the cabinet and grabbed the mouthwash. Swirling it in my mouth, I spit it out in the sink. I wipe my tears and check my face.
