There is a stake being hammered into my lower back, the strikes radiating pain in a way that shatters my brain - or at least that's what it feels like.
I shut my eyes tightly and bite hard on my lips to keep from screaming as the pain increased, my legs ached from the pain but I could hardly feel my legs.
I just want to sleep and forget this pain.
The pain I am having this early morning is nothing new, but it keeps feeling new anytime I have it and it makes me just roll and roll from one end of the bed to another.
I have a fistful of bedsheets in my palms, holding on to it for my dear life.
Why does it have to be today, I thought this pain was supposed to reduce as you grew older but I guess mom lied to me.
Cramps!
Today is the time of my month, where period dominates my day unless when I fall into a deep dreamless sleep.
I heard the door opene but I couldn't care less who came in because cramps made me this way. Cramps made me numb to my surroundings. I just want it to go away.
"Honey, how are you feeling?" I heard mom ask, as she came up to my bed and sat down, pushing away strands of hair from my face.
I guess I looked like a crazy lady right now. Still don't care.
I hissed as another wave of pain hit the walls of my stomach, my hands flew to my waist almost immediately, groaning.
After a while, I knew I was gonna lose my mind if this pain doesn't go away, mom was still there looking at me, feeling helpless I guess.
"Why did you lie to me mom?" I hadn't plan for that question to come out but I guess it was the cramps talking.
Mom looked at me, confused for a moment, "I have never had to lie to you honey."
"But you said this pain would reduce as I start to get older and now..." I was cut short by another strike of pain, my hands on the sheet was tighter than ever before.
"I am sorry honey, I really thought it was going to reduce cos I read it somewhere." Mom said, feeling apologetic.
The pain went down all of a sudden, but I know it is somewhere building up another one that will probably take my breath away. So I can't be deceived.
"You told me this when I was twelve years old and now I am freaking seventeen." I paused as I looked at her sorry face, "besides why didn't you have the pain when you were my age?"
"I really don't know, I guess some girls
were meant to have cramps while others were meant to be free from it."I snort at that reply. The cramps doing.
The door to the room opened just as another wave of pain hit me with a full force.
Told you, do not be deceived.
"How is small madam?" Arike asked directing her questions to mom. I could hear her footsteps, as she made her way to my bed.
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The Life Of A Quiet Girl✅
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