Who do I turn to?

She returns from the bathroom, now calm, her bright red eyes look at me deeply. I can see the worry in them. They stare at me as though everything seems to turn OK in her life, nothing can go wrong, she is safe, as long as she keeps staring no one can get her, she begins to gets lost into the colours of my eyes. She sits opposite me, trying her best not to look as she tells me what had happened. Her hair falls slowly onto her face as she drops it down to look at her sheets. It looks soft and smooth a warm golden colour. The contours of her face are well structured, I have never really looked at her this closely before, she is beautiful; As she begins I listen carefully, she gets deeper and deeper into her feelings, I can see how locked up in her problem she must be. She’s told me everything, I sit there shocked I try to move and I feel paralysed with fear for Georgina, I have no idea what to say to her, I have no experience in what she is going through, I cannot guide her because my guidance may be wrong. I begin to get the feeling back into my arms because I feel Georgina needs my reassurance. So I just put my arms around her and whisper her comforts, as she rests her head back into my shoulder. I feel the warmth of her breath upon me; I can feel her chest rising and sinking upon my body as I cling on tight to her, as not to let her go. She begins to cry again.

My mum turns off the television and turns around to face me, she looks into my eyes knowingly. I feel that everything will be all right if I tell her what is on my mind. I look at her and tell her that I am fine, but I am worried about Georgina. She looks at me with an anxious face. She knows how close I am to Georgina, and that this must be a big problem because I seem so upset about it. I feel the contours of my face, the muscles around my mouth begin to ache and the fake smile I am trying to project is beginning to become less convincing, I suspect.  

I pull Georgina up off my shoulder and hold her at arm’s length. I can feel the trembling on her shoulders beneath my hands as my fingers run smoothly down her soft hair, I watch her hand as it shakes violently whilst she struggles for breath between her crying fit. I look her in the eye and tell her that she needs to tell somebody. She looks at me as if I am mad; her eyes screw up and her forehead wrinkles. I ask her if she had told Mike, her boyfriend, she said no, and that she didn’t want to in a frenzied tone as though she is worried about losing him. I know though that no matter what happens Mike will still love her, because this will only bring him closer towards her. I was so worried about her, my best friend had a human being growing inside her, she was no longer a virgin, no longer sweet and innocent. She was only 14, how could this have happened?

I begin to tell mum everything that Georgina had told me, it was hard to get to the point at first but I just came right out with it. ‘She’s pregnant mum’. My mum sits there in shock, she doesn’t look mad or even sickened, she seems more worried about Georgina. My mum hold’s me in her arms and reassures me that everything would be OK. Whatever happens, Georgina will be fine. This made me proud, I had made the right decision to tell somebody.