Call someone for help

Rushing back to your room you snatch up your phone, stopping your finger at the last moment as it hovers over your mother's name. What girl doesn't want to run to the sweet safety of her mom when in need?

Not in this case, you decide, picturing your mom screaming at you, lecturing you, telling you how stupid you were, how you'd ruined your life. Everything you were telling yourself.

Your finger scrolls down the list, names blurring past your glazed eyes. School friends, cousins, aunts and uncles, former boyfriends and your closest friends.

Staring down at the money in your fist you know you have the means to do something, you're just not sure what to do, or who to ask. Do you dare confess your foolishness to someone, ask them what to do about your potential.... condition.

You shy away from the word you mean, as if uttering it, even mentally, would conjure it forth.

Do you handle things yourself, resign yourself to being a single teenage mother, call one of your friends?