*About Four Days Later* As if it wasn't bad enough that you had trouble sleeping at night, from the constant reminders of your parents with you, reliving the crash over and over. There you were sitting in front of the certified physician as he told you, your test results. They came back positive. Of course you, being the type of person to bottle feelings. You simply smiled, knowingly as he told you the basics, quickly handing you paternity books which were quite heavy. Couple minutes later you were released from the damaging effects of the "good" news, in which you dreaded with a passion as you ran out of the maternity ward with heavy books in hand. Once you stepped foot into your sanctuary, you began throwing whatever you could find, screaming cuss words. Completely ignoring the horrid screams from the girls outside of the door telling you to "open the door." Which you didn't do as you began stumbling toward the bed, soon after fainting onto the floor that was scattared with glass from the cup you had thrown. There you laid to sleep the days away. You never did eat or move from that spot for about two days, sure you went to use the bathroom but most of the time you just sat there clutching your family photo as you cried. Thinking of a solution for whats to come. You decided to keep it but once its born, put it up for adoption for a nice gay couple to raise. Though all you wished was to be rid of it, Instead of being a murderer you decided to forget about the