chapter 5

Emily.

June 5th 2014.

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"Hi, my name is Emily and I'm here for my checkup." I say to the very tired looking lady behind the desk. I smile at her when she looks up at me, nodding her head and gesturing for me to take a seat.

I watch silently as she taps away on her computer screen. Her old fashioned looking glasses almost seem to want to fall off of her tired face and straight onto the steel working desk below her.

"Emily, I got us coffee." Jasmine happily beams, standing in front of me as she offers me a plastic cup with steam coming out of it.

Her voice breaks me out of my weird staring at the receptionist in front of us. I blink one, twice and thrice until I turn my head to look at the curly head diva beside me.

Smiling, I take the coffee from her and rest it between my thighs. The hotness soon warming my cold legs. I shiver slightly which causes me to wrap and pull my coat tighter around my frame.

Recently I haven't been feeling too good. Recently as in nine days, twelve hours, thirty minutes and twenty seconds. Yeah I counted.

The girl beside me, also the girl who lives across me and also the girl who I call my bestfriend, decided that we both pay a visit to the doctors office, just for a routine check up that's all. I'm hoping. . .

"You know, whatever happens in there . . . I just want you to know that I'm always going to be here for you, no matter what . . . You're my bestfriend, Emily." Jasmine sincerely states.

I want to laugh at her sincere, heartfelt comment because it's sweet, but it makes it seem like I've got a serious disease or something.

I look towards her, smiling sadly, I nod my head. "I know, Jaz." I respond. "I am very thankful and appreciative of you, truly." I state in matter of facts.

I really do appreciate her, she's been so good to me since we've met and we've become the best of friends in the last three months, I honestly do not know what I would have done without her smart ass and sarcastic commentary.

FLASHBACK.

It's raining here, in the park, and from where I'm seated, it's really an amazing view. . . even through blurry eyes everything looks amazing and natural.

I'm seated on one of the old wooden benches, alone with my thoughts and that isn't always a good thing for me especially since I've been here for the last couple hours now, and I know that I'm probably going to get sick after this.

Right now, I don't care even though I know deep down that I should probably care, that I should probably get up and leave, go back to my warm and comfortable apartment.

I, of course don't listen to myself.

I've come to love this kind of weather, the season, lately. I love the rain, but I do hate the cold and really the only reason I like the rain is because I'm able to cry in peace without any disturbances.

I mean it would be funny if someone were to see me sitting alone and crying by myself on a normal day, but in the rain? No one knows that you're crying your heart out. They can't hear the whimpers or sobs, they can't see the tears running down my face. It's amazing and nice.

I can actually cry in peace.

And that makes me slightly happy.

Weird I know.

Why am I crying in my own twisted peace as I so bluntly put it? It's because I'm mourning. I'm mourning loss of my old life, friends, family, everything.

"You're an asshole, Derrick!" A loud voice shouts breaking me out of my thoughts. "I can't believe I gave you my milkshake yesterday because you obviously didn't deserve such greatness!" The voice much closer sounds female.

My eyes focus on the nearby figure as I listen to her curse out whoever is on the other side of the phone, I've figured his name must be Derrick or asshole because she uses that a lot more than Derrick.

I don't know how, but I somehow find myself laughing at the girl under the funky looking umbrella.

It maybe because she might remind me of someone I used to know or because she seems familiar to me somehow. I don't know what exactly it is, but I know that I already like this sassy, back chatting chick.

"Oh my gosh! Are you eavesdropping on me?"

I nearly jump over my bench at her sudden question towards me. I really didn't expect her to hear me laughing at her conversation, it shocked me.

"What?" I fake chuckle, shaking my head no over and over again. "No, I-I wasn't." I smile tightly.

Her hazel colored eyes narrow down at my seating figure as if she's scanning me and is most probably going to call bullshit on me any second and if she doesn't, I'll have to admit it too, of course. Her gaze stays on me.

I awkwardly shift in my seat until I've had enough of the weird awkwardness going on. I clear my throat to get her attention and snap out of whatever trance she's in.

I watch as she shakes her head slightly before she glares at me and then she takes a seat next to me where she tries covering the both of us under her big umbrella. I smile at her kindness, but I don't need or want it.

Under her covering, that she successfully put us both under I get a better look at her and I'm shocked at her natural beauty and ethic. She is one of the most gorgeous girls I've ever seen and I've been around models throughout my old life.

Her hair is a light brown colour, I've never seen something like it before, it's curly and has tiny ringlets framing her face, and it's beautiful.

"Because if you were, it's totally fine."

"No, I was-wait. . . What?"

"It's fine. I eavesdrop too, like a lot."

"Oh."

"Yeah, so why are you siting here all alone in the rain? That's kind of depressing when you come to think of it, like something off of a move."

"No. I-uh, I just needed some air, some time to myself. . . to think and, and yes to think. Whose that Derrick guy?"

"Aha, so you were eavesdropping on me!"

"No. . ."

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes,"

"No,"

"No,"

"Yes. . . What? I mean no!"

"His my dickhead ex. I feel betrayed that I actually let him have my milkshake, I mean if I knew he was just some playa then I would never have given it to him."

"That must suck," I mumble.

She nods her head, signing heavily. "Why are you crying though?" She asks.

And I nearly choke on the damn rain because of her sudden question. Was I crying too loudly? I don't cry loud though, I know that because I've had a lot of practice from my past.

"W-what?" I stumble to find words.

Hazel eyes narrow down at me until she breaks out into a flawless grin. "It's fine, you can tell me some other time. I can already tell that we're going to be the best of friends." She smiles proudly. "I'm Jasmine."

I smile back, "Are you hungry? I could use a burger and a milkshake right about now." I tease.

Jasmines eyes widen. "I know just the place, c'mon." She instructs, pulling on my hand and dragging me away.

"My name is Emily by the way."

END.

"Emily Collins." My name is called.

It takes the doctor about twenty to thirty minutes to test me, figure out what's really wrong with me and give me the final verdict and in all honesty I wish I had not heard the words that spilled out of his mouth.

"Congratulations, you're eight weeks pregnant."