8"The nation continues to debate it's morality as the popularity of the new Pregnancy Pill continues to become larger and larger. The FDA has finally approved the pill, commonly known as the Little Red Pill, that allows men to carry children. This controversial pill is sweeping across the nation, with thousands of middle aged men choosing…"
The television was clicked off as my mother set my book bag down in front of me. Eight o'clock, meaning Matt and I are going to be late again. Great! "You know, I heard about a teenage boy that took it, and it killed him." My mother continued for the anchorwoman. "Yea, he died in nine days. The pregnancy just…killed him. I heard it was really gross." Yelled my brother as he came down the stairwell.
I fidgeted and stood abruptly. "I'm ready Matt. Can we just," I glanced around the room nervously before finishing my sentence, "just go? Please?" Matt glanced knowingly at me, but held his arm out in front of him, signaling for me to lead the way.
The walk to the car was silent and awkward, much like the following ride to school. Silence overcame the car right up until Matt pulled into his parking spot. "Today is the…" he began. "I know. I feel fine. I will BE fine. That little quip at breakfast about the death was unnecessary." I said angrily, cutting him off. "Please, spare me the over-dramatic bullshit. We won't know until tonight if you are ACTUALLY fine. But I hear, you last past the ninth day, everything works out fine." He stated. "SHUT UP! Things WILL work out fine! They have to!" I yelled before getting out of the car and spotting my best friend.
"You look like you need some lovin' baby-cakes." She laughed as I walked up to her. "Oh do I ever Andie. Do I ever." I sighed dramatically. "What's eatin' you honey bun?" she said airily. "Today - today is the ninth day…" I said glumly. Her eyes widened and she glanced around nervously. "Oh. Oh my. Well, don't worry Ty. You will be fine. And no one will be happier to hear that then Saaaammmm…" she giggled. I slapped her arm and laughed right along with her as things returned to normal.
But, even though I was able to laugh and joke around with her like normal, I couldn't help feeling like something was very very wrong with me. And it didn't help that the feeling was in my abdomen.
"Sammie says hi, by the way." Andie said as we walked into our second period. I laughed and sighed dramatically. "How is it that YOU ended up living with my fiance, while I am stuck in hell with Satan and his little bitch?" I asked incredulously. "Good karma my friend, good karma." She stated triumphantly. I slapped her arm and yelled "Fuck You" as I walked back to our table.
She sat down and immediately started blabbering on about her newest man. I tuned her out and tried to focus on the growing queasiness in my gut. Before I even knew what was going on, I turned my head and became violently ill. I heard and felt the shocked gasps and stares as I wiped my mouth.
"Ty! Oh Jesus! Are you ok?!" yelled my Coach as he ran to our table. "Yea. Yea I'm…" My stomach tensed and pain shot through my chest. I felt something hit the side of my ribcage. I clutched my chest just as another painful kick came from within my abdomen. "ANDIE! 911!" I shrieked before I felt another, more painful, kick.
My stomach tightened again as the first shriek escaped me. It felt like my abdomen was expanding. Growing. My wild eyes searched the faces of my stunned classmates, but it was my best friend's scream that confirmed my own fears. My abdomen WAS growing. My shirt stretched as my stomach grew slightly larger by the second. It was growing within me.
But even worse, it was trying to get out. I could feel it. It pressed against its fleshy barrier, causing my skin to indent outwards. The buttons of my shirt popped off like bullets from a gun as I made my way to my feet. Worried adults flowed into the room as I continued to shriek. An ear-shattering scream, louder than any before, escaped me as I felt my skin ripping. Splitting. Tearing. It was pushing against me. Clawing to get out. And my skin could hold back no longer. Blood splattered against the shocked faces of my fellow classmates as everything around me went black.
A.N.:
Strange, I know.
It was a dream I had during Algebra III today.
Scared the living shit out of me.
I, much like Taylor Swift, don't change names.
Ty is my real name.
Matt is my real name of my brother.
Andie is the real name of my best friend.
Sam is the real name of the love of my life -as seen on my profile-.
Coach is well...Coach is Coach.
You just have to know him.
lol
Coolest fucking teacher EVER though.
So, if you can find out which Coach I am talking about and meet him, I suggest you do.
He is fuckin rad.
ANYWHO,
Hope you liked it...
XOXO,
Ty