Milly's heart pounded so hard against her ribcage that she could feel it in her ears. The weight of the test in her trembling hands was nothing compared to the weight it had placed on her life.

A sharp hit arched her back from the knocking on the bathroom door that hadn't eased. It only forced more pressure on her heart which was already cracking. Yet she maintained her back against the grimy door, hoping the world would disappear only for a moment.

The test stick felt cold against her sweaty palms. She struggled to hold it steady, afraid it might slip from her grasp.

Milly glances around the gas station bathroom stall: it's dirty and cramped, and the knocking is persistent.

Her breath stuck in her throat; this wasn't a place to find a result like this while being............

She wrapped her hands around herself to offer some comfort. She closed her eyes, attempting to escape the loneliness.

"Someone's in here," she called out, her voice tight. But the knocking continued.

"Hurry up! Got other customers needing to use it." a man yelled. He kept pounding on the door.

Focus on something.
Anything else.

Pounding on her back continued but it didn't distract from the constant pounding in her heart.

Keep searching.

The peeling paint and the crude messages scratched onto the walls. But, all she could think about was what she might see when she finally looked at the test.

Her phone beeped, cutting through everything and making the noises blur.

Milly's eyes slowly raised. Her heart dropped.

Two pink lines.

Her breath hitched.

Her life was over.

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