A/N: well here is another story! I know I should be working on my other stories but this idea came to me and I had to write it down! This is pretty short but I hope you liked it! As always please review!

Quick summary: Leah doesn't get a positive sign.

Excitement. Pure excitement. I was so excited. This is it. The moment I have been waiting for! The moment I have been wishing for, for so long!

This time I was sure. I was 100% positive. I was pregnant with Jake and me's kid! I had a feeling it was twins. Just to confirm my beliefs I bought the test. I already knew what it would say though. I could already imagine my future. Jacob and I and Jason and Ashlin.

I would love those kids so much. I would always make sure they knew that. I would be the best mother ever! Just thinking about that future makes me happy.

The two minutes I must suffer to will be worth the happiness those words will bring. With a squeal of happiness I look at the test. The answer. That's all I want to see. The 8 words that would have changed my life in a good way aren't there. Nowhere is there the word positive. Instead in its place is the cold, harsh word negative.

To further ruin me there is a blue minus sign next to it as well. As if the words weren't enough. Do they need to rub it in? That word relives so many teenagers. But for others it devastates them. It destroys something inside of me. Deep down my heart plummets.

I was so sure. SO SURE! I…I thought for sure I was pregnant. I place my hands on my stomach. I can't have kids. I should have known. How could I have forgotten? I shouldn't have been so naïve to believe that I could.

I was never going to have a child. I was never going to have the family I wanted. I didn't get to have the kid I wanted. I think it is just sooooooooo funny that Bella who didn't want a kid, who was going to willingly destroy her chances of ever having a kid, got one. And I, the one who actually wanted a kid would never get to have one.

Anger was taking over my body. It blurred my vision until nothing was clear. I screamed as loud as I could, I wailed until I couldn't speak and my throat was so sore. I needed to do something to get my anger out. Something had to break! It just had to.

Sobbing I pounded my fist against the toilet. It just bruised my hands. I stood up and without thinking I brought my fist down on the mirror. Still crying I smashed my fist against the shower screen. The screen was sharp, cool glass. Again and again I swung my fist at anything and everything. Almost everything broke my skin. Pain washed over me. I embraced it. Blood started to create a crusty layer over my hands up to my elbows.

Still weeping I fell against the bathtub. My head lolled back. I cried myself to sleep and the tears and blood mixed. It caused me more pain and more tears. I don't get the future I wanted and hoped for.

All the glass that shattered today is simply a metaphor for my shattered soul and heart. A physical metaphor. It shows what is wrong with me, without anyone truly recognizing it.

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