ive been feeling sick for the past week.

and not the type of sick where my head hurts and im coughing.

i mean, sick.

i've already taken two pregnancy tests earlier today, and both were positive.

but i don't wanna believe any of that, so im gonna take a third one.

cause you know, "third times a charm."

i quickly walked into the corner store, glancing at the guy at the register.

i feel kinda bad since i basically stole the last two tests that i took. but im broke. so whatever i guess.

as i made it to the aisle where the tests are, the stupid guy just had to make a comment.

"well, well, if it isn't y/l/n the crime dog. back for another test?"

i picked up a test and brought it to the register.

"i think the first one was defective. the plus sign looks more like a division symbol, so i remain unconvinced."

as i reached for the bathroom key, he got it before me.

he looked straight into my eyes. "third test today, momma bear. your eggo's preggo, no doubt about it."

i was about to reply, until i heard another voice.

"it's really easy to tell, is your nipples real brown?"

i rolled my eyes and clenched my jaw a bit. this is so annoying how people are trying to give me info like this. im not dumb.

stupid guy decided to talk again for some reason. "yeah, maybe your little boyfriend's got mutant sperms, knocked you up twice."

"silencio, old man!" i yelled. "look, i just drank my weight in SunnyD and i gotta go pronto."

he looked me up and down suspiciously, and finally gave me the keys. "well, you know where the laboratory is."

snatching it, i turned my heels and walked over to the bathroom.

"you pay for those pee sticks when you're done. don't think it's yours just cause you marked it with your urine!" he yelled.

locking the door, i pulled down my pants and sat on the toilet.

gross, it felt warm.

as i struggled to open the box, i took the test out.

i began to pee on the stick, and was really hoping that it was negative.

i looked at the test, and there still wasn't anything so i just walked out, still looking down on it.

"what's the prognosis, fertile myrtle: minus or plus?"

sighing, i looked at it again.

shit.

im literally going to kill myself.