I woke up the next day with a dizzy head in my own bed. Taylor wasn't there and I felt relieved.
I looked on my nightstand at the alarm clock- it was noon. I peeled the duvet back and put my feet over the edge as I sat up.
How did I get here? I used to be so happy and in love with the world and my life- where did I go wrong? Was it all my fault? I didn't know anymore- neither did Taylor. It was like we couldn't stand each other anymore, but we wanted to be equally involved in raising our child. How was I supposed to know that I'd end up pregnant in high school or that I'd end up all alone in a world full of hatred and pain?
I eased my way over to my dresser and looked in the big mirror at my reflection. My room was everything that I'd wanted when I was fourteen, and still was. It had become my home inside of this house. I didn't like the den or kitchen, I liked my room. My room was the only room worth something to me inside of our house.
When I looked in the mirror, I saw a broken heart rather than the beautiful girl I used to be. My makeup was smeared and spotty, my hair in tangles around my slender face. I used to be thin, but now I had another person growing inside of me.
I pick up my phone and dial the only person's number that I even want to talk to; my childhood best friend, Miles. We used to be so close and happy all the time, but we've drifted apart since he moved a few towns over.
" Hello? Tara?" his gruff voice asks from the other side.
" Hey, Miles. I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to meet up sometime and catch up. I mean, I haven't seen you in a couple of months and I'm starting to miss my best friend," I propose.
" Sure- how about I just pick you up later and you and I go out or something? How's four sound?" He asks. I loved how Miles could come up with a plan right on the spot- he was great at hide and seek.
" Yeah! That's, like, perfect. Thanks, Miles," I smile. He hangs up and I hold my phone to my chest.
" Tara?" my mother asks, knocking on my bedroom door.
" Come in," I respond.
" Hey, sweet pea. How are you feeling?" she asks, looking at me with her light brown eyes.
" Great! I even made plans with Miles for about four. Is that okay?"
" Um, well, sure. But you and I and your grandmother are going to have to go shopping for the baby soon- do you understand?" she explains.
" Yeah," I sigh.
"Okay- have fun today," my mother says as she exits my bedroom.