screwed - literally?! | 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

The bathroom stall is the size of a coffin, which feels fitting, really. Y/n stares at the little plastic window in the pregnancy test in her hand, the one that's been sitting on the edge of the sink for exactly three minutes because Libbi made her set a timer like it was a science experiment.

Libbi Gern

Two minutes, forty seconds.

Chastity Wells

You're counting out loud?

Anastasia Ball

It helps.

Y/n looks down at the test again. Two lines. A plus sign. Whatever symbol the universe has decided to use to ruin her life.

Chastity Wells

Okay, I can't take it. Y/n, do you need a minute? Or do you want us to come in?

The door rattles slightly as Chastity leans against it. Y/n's knuckles are white around the plastic stick. She thinks about Henry. She thinks about Anders. She thinks about the fact that she can't remember a single second of what may or may not have happened that night, but she's pretty sure she'd remember that.

Libbi Gern

Time's up. Open the door.