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The definite end comes in the form of two little blue lines.
On the tiled floor of a brightly lit bathroom, Amelia sits with her back against the wall, the chill of white paint seeping through the rather thick fabric of her white tank and compliments the cold resting against her legs from lack of coverage by the high hemline of her black pajama shorts. Her eyes dart upwards at the counter top in front of her, spies the little white stick of imminent doom, and her entire body slouches forward, causing her to bring her legs up to where her knees nearly meet her chest and her bob of blonde hair to curtain over her face, hiding away the dried tracks of tears and red rims around her eyes.
A sudden knock at the door breaks her out of her stupor, and as she calls out to find the identity of the other person seeking entrance, her sister's voice rings clear through the wood and Amelia immediately grants her permission to enter while rearranging her seating as to not look so defeated.
It leaves her with positioning herself sitting against the wall straighter, her knees coming up to her chest as they are able completely, and her arms resting upon them, one right onto of another. Just as she completes her transition, her sister walks in, decked in her own sleepwear of a thin-strapped blue tank and well-worn gray sweatpants, hair pulled into a single low ponytail, and glasses slipping down her nose.
"Hey, Mattie," Amelia greets in an attempt to sound casual, as though her twin already has no idea as to the dilemma.
Mattie ignores the feigned nonchalance in favor of double checking the door, making certain that it is closed completely and even locks it for good measure. Both of their parents are home for the evening, and though something like this has no way of being kept quiet, for the the moment it is something of which only the sisters may be aware.
"What did this one say?" she asks, to which Amelia, who has tried to keep her emotions at bay only to have them burst forth with a simple question buries her head into the crook of her arm and lets out a sound that crosses with a laugh and a sob.
Taking it to mean what she has expected after the fourth time of doing the same thing, Mattie steps closer to the counter to inspect the long, tiny white piece of plastic and sighs heavily at the sight of those two little blue lines. She turns to face her sister, watches as she lifts her head from the crook of her arm to lock eyes, her blue meeting her violet, and in a instant Mattie is down on her knees in front of Amelia, and pulls her into a hug.
Amelia clings, allows herself to be held and drowns in a feeling of helplessness of not knowing what to do or just how to take any of this. It takes a lot longer than usual for her to finally pull away from her sister, and when doing so, Mattie moves to the side, and sits next to her, back against the wall, and legs spread out straight.
"So, what now?" she asks. "Do you think.. I mean, have you thought maybe of... getting rid of it?"
Amelia sighs, leans her head back to hit the wall and shakes her head.
"I don't think I can," she confesses. "I'm not gonna lie, before I started taking these tests, and I was only thinking this was a maybe, I thought about it. I really thought about it.. I don't know if I can."
"How far along do you think...?"
Amelia shrugs. "I can't remember the last time we were able to fool around. I don't know. A long time ago though."
Mattie takes a moment to inspect her sister's belly, noting that even in her sitting position, it does not look any bigger or shows any expansion just yet.
"You're not showing," she says. "I think around three months, you start to."
"Well, thank god for knowing that much," Amelia scoffs. "It really helps in the long run to know I have so much longer to go on this."
"I didn't- Lia, I just meant, that it might not be too late for the other option, if that's what you decide to go for."
"And if I don't? If I don't go for it? If I find out I really can't do it, what then?"
"I guess..." Mattie trails off, struggling to find an adequate answer and grasps only at straws. "There's adoption, if you don't think you can be a mother yet. Or if you tell him-"
Amelia shoots straight up, her legs falling flat against the floor and she twists to grab her twin's shoulders, effectively cutting Mattie off from what she has been saying as well as startling her completely.
"I can't tell him," she says with conviction. "No, no that is the last thing I can do."
Mattie's eyes grow wide behind her glasses as an unsaid understanding dawns. "You think he's going to run out on you?"
"No! He's gonna want to stay around and try to help me!"
There is obvious confusion written on Mattie's face that causes Amelia to growl in frustration at her own lack of making her worries clear.
"What has Ivan been working towards his entire life? What has his entire family backed him up for all these years? Did everything they could to send him to the right schools, and give him the right equipment, and gave up I don't even know what to make sure he got it!
"No, Mattie, I'm not going to be that person he brings around his family that will talk under their breaths around me, saying things about how that no-good tramp got knocked up in high school and ruined his life. No, I don't want that. I'm not gonna be that."
Amelia wipes at her nose, sniffling and blinks back tears that have begun to well in her eyes as Mattie leans up against her, rests her head on her shoulders and grabs at her sister's hand. She squeezes it gently and holds it dearly. Whatever the outcome, whatever path Amelia decides to choose, he sister will be there by her side.
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Disclaimer: Oh, baby, here comes the sound!
-I wanted to save this for a Christmas updating/posting spree, but I couldn't wait. :D
-Drabbles! A new drabblish series involving fem!merica and a subject matter that is... serious.
-Um... Idk how long it'll be, prolly the five chapter max like with The Vampire Encyclopedia. Hopefully this one won't take me more than a year to finish. ^-^
-Stay shiny loves, don't let the muggles get you down! -xoxo-