It wasn't even halfway through my grounding when I started to go crazy. I was alone in my room, 24/7, no news of the outside world, nothing to do but wait my out punishment.
But I grew more depressed. I blamed myself entirely, and gradually began to hate myself. I began being self destructive, cutting and abusing myself out of hatred.
It got very bad, and I even gave myself a serious cut on my head, of which I told no one.
My aunt, though I wouldn't admit it for a while, was gracious and allowed me out two weeks early.
"What happened to your head Dana?" She slowly said while looking at the half-scabbed cut.
"Psh. Bumped it." I sullenly replied.
"Dana, you seem very depressed. I forgive you for your conduct with Gabe, sweetie. That doesn't mean I'm trusting you, though. Oh, ahem, and you have a doctor's appointment tomorrow afternoon."
A doctor's appointment? I got my check-up a month ago. Why a visit to the doctor?
The next day, my aunt droped me off at my appointment and was going to pick me up in about an hour. I was called in to see the doctor and aked a few odd questions. Then he started in on some other weird questions. Finally, he had me do a test of some sort in the bathroom. I knew what type of test it was. And it scared me.
He silently looked at my results. I was shaking from head to toe. Then, he looked up at me and told me what the test had determined.
"Miss Emmers, you're pregnate."

Hey! Tell me what path YOU want the story to take. Should Dana get an abortion, and live a normal life of girl who's learned her lesson? Or should she accept the consequences and have the baby? Comment your vote!