[ Trigger warnings; blood, miscarriage, addictive personalities ]

Will and you had just been messing around prior to everything. Best friend since kindergarten. You guys had never went any further until highschool, senior year to be exact.

It was Devil's Night and you always went with Will - typically you would both go your separate ways during the night but he would always take you there and home.

That night, you both got very drunk after Will returned from his pranks and yall slept together.

You had a bad drinking and smoking problem - you spent nearly the first two months doing both (having not realized you were pregnant of course.)

When you found out - you absolutely freaked but you had to tell Will. You needed his help... she was dependent of alcohol and drugs to keep her from life but now that she was pregnant? No.

You had been doing surprisingly well - Will had dropped back on his usage of alcohol and drugs for your sake, he felt horrible knowing you couldn't do it with him due to the baby neither of them asked for.

You spent most days with Will - you practically moved into his house after everything but you were already inseparable.

Ypu had been doing great - you felt better. You thought everything would be okay.

However when you hit the seventh month, all you felt was pain. You were officially graduated and starting to struggle with everything. You were alone in the house when it happened - blood coming down your legs.

The baby.