Congratulations

Summary: She lied the moment she said “I do.” ONE SHOT

She stands there now, her heart thumping with every split second. Somehow, she doesn’t want to look. But her eyes can’t seem to tear away from the plastic in her hands. Trembling, the tears are starting to sting.

It’s only me, it’s only me.

But she bites her lip and hunches her back instead, resting her forehead on the grease. Her hair frames her gaunt body, like wings flapping in desperate motions to cover things so sinful.

Let’s go Anna. Come on, let’s go.

Screaming, her agony rips from her throat tearing into the air around her. But nothing can be done. Her boney statue falls to the side, her wing hair flown across the tiled floor.

Please let it be over. Please let it be over.

But it can’t be over.

From outside the walls people dressed in pressed fabrics move about their lives. One becomes a doctor, one delivers mail. People scurry across the rooms in long strides, picking up the pieces of their lives as if were nothing.

But only she stands there now- in that little room.

Congratulations.

She cries and throws the pregnancy test across the stall and heaves.

You’re married. Be joyful!

A mixture of tears and vomit bombard from her mouth. She grips the toilet as if falling, her feet trying to support her weak body.

Ssh, it’s only me. It’s okay.

Please let it be over! Please let it be over!

Only me.

I’M DREAMING! I’M DREAMING!

You’re pregnant!

She lets the last of it go before coughing herself to the floor.

It’s only me...sssh…

She’s weak now and falls from the stall, leaning her back against the cool door.

Yes, pregnant.

Pregnant, you’re pregnant.

You’re married. Be joyful!

But.

But.

Your husband didn’t even have sex with you yet.

It’s only me.

Come on, let’s go. It’s only me.

And the bride cried.