Bridges Downed Broken.

I guess you could say I was just 13 when the world finally fucked me or should I say, us over. Moving from a small towne to a city at the age of 10 wasn’t so bad. But reaching puberty in it was worse.
It was amazing how it all started. The sex, the violence, the drugs. But what was even more amazing, was how it started. How right before our 14th, the unthinkable happened.

Our own Bubbles, came home crying one day. Her face was red and swollen. I even put down the telephone with Brick to see what’s up; since Bubbles usually has her crying fits and it was a routine for her. Somehow, it all seemed…different.
She had been more distant lately but that was to be expected. We were all getting into our own cliques; Buttercup liked to be the female jock and I somehow found it more tempting and easier to wear black. Yet, we had always counted on Bubbles to keep us pure. Like somehow, she held our innocence in the palm of her hand. She was still the fun loving, bright colored Bubbles we had known.
Or so we thought.
“ Bubbles, what’s up? “ I asked, putting my hand over the receiver.
When I didn’t get an answer, just sobs, I told Brick it was goodbye and took a seat next to her.
I always admired Bubbles the most from my sisters. She was so pretty and perfect. Long blond hair, tall thin figure and pool blue eyes; she had the hearts of every boy at Junior High back then.
I watched her with concern. It wasn’t like Bubbles to get her perfectly picked out wardrobe soaked with tears and muck; her expensive Guess? Shirt, down to her fifty dollar Aeropostal jeans. She looked so distressed.
Perfect Bubbles.
Happy Bubbles.
Bubbles who passed Spanish.
And was a vegetarian.
Bubbles..?
“ I…I’ve…I’ve… “ she slowly started to whimper, tears splashing down her pink blouse and turning into hysterical sobs.
Something seemed so wrong “ What is it Bubbles?! “ as now I was beginning to worry.
But it was pointless. I couldn’t control her tears and neither could she.
“ Bubbles, tell me wha- “
“ BUBBLES! “ a loud, hoarse shout called throughout the house. It was then my sister Buttercup came charging in the room, her green eyes lit with a dark fury I’ve only seen when we used to battle monsters.
And it was what she was holding in her hand, that made all the blood drain cold from my body. Something so small and petite. Unoriginal and used up.
Something you would think someone elses sister needed; not yours.
A pregnancy test?
“ Bubbles..? “ I whispered.