(A/N) I'm SO sorry I haven't updated in awhile! I mean, for some reason all I've been writing is Ed and Winry stuff. Anyways, I'd liketo dedicate this chapter to winglessfairy25 who said things about this story that made me think that writing fanfiction isn't so pointless after all! If my fanfiction helps at least one person feel better, it's totally worth it! Thanks to all my supportive fans.

Disclaimer: If I owned FMA... it would never end. Mostly because I have a terrible time updating things, think of how bad if I were writing manga... ew, deadlines.

It wasn't long until I started hammering away at my already falling apart life. I'm not proud of the things I did, I made foolish choices and paid for them in full.

Our financial problems built up until I couldn't take it any more, I'd reached my breaking point, something had to be done. I dropped out of highschool. I was only a first year, sixteen years old, but I dropped out.

It was something I contemplated might happen, but I'd always shrugged it off like it was nothing, because it wasn't going to happen. Not to me. Or that's what I thought.

For the past few months my grades were slowly slipping, and the pressure I was putting on myself was so immense I had to do something...

"Riza!" Roy yelled the way he'd been repeatedly doing all morning, every time I got that specific look on my face. I covered my mouth and raced to the bathroom, the taste of vomit poisoning my throat. Roy chased after me, pulling my hair back just as I hurled into the toilet. "Riza!" he continued in his frantic cries, "Something's wrong! We're going to the doctor, now!"

He'd been at it all morning, after I'd announced I was dropping out of school to get a full time job, Roy rebuked me... that is, until I threw up on him. After that he'd been in worried mode all morning. Of course I wasn't that worried seeing how I'd been getting sick constantly since my stress level hit it's limit.

"I'm fine," I said in a voice that wasn't too convincing.

"Riza, you've been putting yourself under too much stress, you're making yourself sick!" he saw right through me, despite the fact that I'd been trying to hide it.

After much more arguing, Roy slipped up and accidently said he, too, had been planning to drop out. In my surprised state, he managed to drag the reluctant me to a doctor.

After filling out repetitive forms, and surpressing vomit, I was finally seen by the doctor. After telling her all the symptoms I had, she asked me some questions, most of which I had trouble answering.

"I'm sorry, I can't really remember..." I said pathetically, "There have been so many things going on..."

"Like what? Are you having problems at home?" she asked curiously. Then, it all spilled out, I wasn't quite sure why, but I was telling her everything. From moving in with Roy to dropping out of school. I couldn't control my mouth it went on and on until I had to supress more puke inching up my throat.

The doctor scribbled a few things down on he clip board and looked up again, "Can you remember when your symptoms first started occuring?" she said as if I hadn't been ranting the past ten minutes.

"Sorry, no..." I said distracted.

"Are you sexually active?" she asked calmly.

"What?!" I squeaked. My voice cracking from my shock.

"When was the last time you had sex?" she said in a serious, almost frightening manner.

"I..." I could feel my face burning up, "I've only... once... we..." I mumbled incoharently, thinking of the one night... Roy and I just got carried away. Not long after I'd been sexually assaulted, one night, I dreamt of it again. Only worse. I woke up cryinging, and he tried to calm me. It just wouldn't work until I looked deep into his eyes and asked him to help me forget.

The whole scenario brought tears to my eyes, I hadn't intended to, but I... I clenched my fists trying not to cry tears of regret. I had to be strong.

The doctor spoke again, "Miss Hawkeye," I looked at her face, "I don't mean to alarm you, but I think you may be pregnant."

"Wh- what?" I asked trying to stagger to my feet, failing miserably, "I... I can't be pr... I can't..." I started hyperventalating.

"Miss Hawkeye?" the doctor said alarmed. And that's when everything went black

After gaining my conciousness again, I could hear Roy speaking in a low, rough voice. "Three months sounds right but... but are you sure?"

"I ran some tests, I'm positive." the doctor said in a morose tone, "I'll be back in a few minutes, hopefully she'll come to soon."

After the sound of her footsteps disappeared my eyes flickered open, Roy was sitting on the corner of the bed I was lying on, watching me.

"Riza..." he whispered, probably trying not to startle me.

"Roy," I sat up dizzily, "I'm sorry..."

"Wha-..." he began, "it's not you're fault. I was the one who-" he explained, but I cut him off.

"It's not just that." I started raising my voice, "It's everything, I'm so, so sorry. I ruined your life... If it weren't for me you..." I couldn't finish. I felt sick again, but not in the same sense as before.

"Don't give me that bullshit," Roy gently moved me toward him, "you're worth more than anything to me and you damn well know that." he said harshly, just as he pulled me in for a quick kiss.

After we pulled away I stared at him a moment, "I don't know what to do." I said softly.

"You can abort it, if you want..." his words trailed off. I thought for a moment. We couldn't raise a child, we could barely afford to support ourselves, I didn't want to have a baby at sixteen, but... "I..." I looked out the window, and then back at Roy, "I can't" I stated firmly, "It wouldn't feel right, preventing someone elses life, just for the my own sake..." I closed my eyes tightly.

"Sorry," I started sobbing, "I'm so weak... crying at everything..." I stuttered.

"Nonsense..." Roy said in a less intense manner, "you're the strongest person there is. Any other girl would take the easy way out and abort, but you put others as a priority over yourself..." he wrapped his arms around me, "I love you..." he whispered into my ear, making me cry even harder.

How much longer was I going to drag him down? I took a deep breath, everything was going to be alright...

(A/N) Wow.. that was very... not like my fanfictions. At all. I dunno if anyone will like that or not. I didn't think it was that great... but whatever. Maybe someone else will. Review please. Sorry if you don't like it... I'm not sure what I think of it really.