Here I am, stuck in this bathroom with my phone in one hand, a pregnancy test in my other hand. I been missing my period for 3 months. My chest is clogged, I’m fucking tired of coughing every five minutes. I googled the signs and brought a COVID test too. It told me I was positive. My hand is shaking because I spent my last unemployment on taking that otha nigga out, so that he could make me feel good. I can’t go to the hospital, because EVERYTHING is closed. All we got is what we got. The test I just pissed on showed a plus sign, and my fiance dont know about it. I hear a knock on the door from my fiance. “I gotta pee,” he says. My heart sunk because he doesn’t know I have the virus either.
- To be continue