JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE PARANOID, DOESN'T MEAN THEY'RE NOT AFTER YOU. James drove me home, but my mom was already waiting outside. James drove away while my mother stared, disapointed. "The doctor called." Was all she said. "Okay?" I tried to move past her, but she blocked my way. "Yes?" I said a little more defiantly than I should have. "The abortion went wrong." My eyes burned, and it wasn't from last night. "...what?" She was extremly stern, as if this was my fault. She held the phone in her crossed hands, pointing it to me while she talked. "They called," she began, "basically, you're still pregnant. Stupid bastards. They want you to go there immediatly for some stupid reasons. And it's too late to have a real abortion." She sneered. I recalled last night. The drugs, the glass, bleeding, alcohol, vomit, James, Josh... Me and my baby are going to die.