After months and months of eating, whining, and wishing to die, it was the day.

Late night of April 2nd, 2012, soon approaching April 3rd. James was laying down on the hospital bed on his side. Holding his enormous stomach, aching for months with stretch marks that couldn't be prevented. James was on the brink of crying since the contractions were pretty sharp. A mask for helping James breathe, beating monitor, and hospital TV that was nowhere interesting.

The guys couldn't tag along, they were all too busy and it was too late at night for them to join. James said it was fine. They at least texted before they fell asleep, leaving James awake.

He was also texting his mom, but she had to go to sleep too. James was left alone again to his own thoughts. Making him think what life would be with this evil thing in his life. Tiny little clothes littering the laundry, trash smelling of poop, and restless nights. He sighed and started to cry. A mini him will run around and act like him, more of a mini him with probably darker skin. Smiling and laughing, sure crying, but some silly situations. James smiled but that's all he could do. Moving any muscle would hurt.

"Thank God, this hell will be over soon," James said. He looked at the TV, a random show about God knows what. It was super dark out, but he couldn't sleep. The pain was again too much and kept him up. The only comfortable position was staying in the same pose he is right now. James got distracted by the TV and watched it for a while.

He eventually looked over at the clock next to the TV to checked the time, "2:36 AM." James smiled and softly cheered. His voice quiet and sounded too scared to go louder, as if it will also hurt. "Yaaaay, your due date... 10 whole months..." James widened his eyes as he huffed. "Fuck, that's a long time... I kinda wish you got here now just so this hell doesn't last any longer, but fuck me, right?"

The contractions got harder and heavier, caught James off guard. He groaned and moaned in pain. Before it finally popped, the sheets now became wet and he yelled. He pressed the big red button on his side and shouted to the unbelievable pain.

"I was just kidding, you--," James paused to groan again. He then roared, "You fucking piece of shit!"

The staff finally came in and prepped James for the birth. Said the same old thing they say to the other in pain mothers, "Breath, don't scream; it doesn't help with the pain and push."

James breathed through the air mask and pushed with all his might. He never experienced this type of pain before, then again, he's going to turn 22 next month. Barely lived his life and now he has to share it with a child that also belongs to a dead man. This pain made him rethink everything and regret every inch of his almost 22 years of life in a span of 10 seconds. Already, he wants to quit life and stop giving this new one.

Teary-eyed and in pain, he begged for all of this to stop. Begged for mercy and to opt out of this. The nurses reassured him that he can do it. He shook his head with a whimper, his fingers tight around the edges of the bed, eyes closed firmly shut, buckets of bullet sweat shooting from his pores, gritting his teeth.

He cries, "This better be fucking worth it."