December 20th, 2003 - Harlem, New York
Phabiola Fenty.
I stretched when I woke up cause that's usually the first thing I do. The sun beamed hard through the window so I'm guessing it's probably late morning or early afternoon. I noticed my mom wasn't here, so it's definitely afternoon if she's at work. But, what time? I glanced at the alarm clock seeing it was a little past two. I slept in late! But I was up late, writing..and sitting on the fire escape with Chris eating late night munchies. Peering back the blanket I slept with, I saw I was laying in a small puddle of blood from my waist down. Making me scream. I'm gonna die oh my goodness! I hopped up in my panties and tank top, jetting out my front door I left it wide open as I ran up the stairs as fast as possible. Banging like a mad man on Chris' door.
"Open Chris! Help me! I'm gonna die! Open the door!" I yelled in fear. I was scared cause I didn't know what was going on. And I honestly thought I was gonna die. I'm too young I haven't even turned fifteen yet!
"Phabi! Would you stop with all that damn bangin'? What 'chu want this early any way?!" He groaned annoyed, once he yanked the door open. Only in a pair of grey sweats and black ankle socks. There was no time to explain, I latched on his wrist and dragged him with me running back downstairs.
"It's too early for this 'lil bit!" He groaned again. Once we got in the apartment I pointed to my mom and I's bed.
"Look, I'm gonna die!" I shrieked.
He sighed, running his hands over his face and shook his head. He chuckled a little.
"Nothing's funny Chris I'm gonna die!" My accent slipped.
"Are your panties bloody too 'lil bit? Go check." He told me uncomfortably.
I sprinted in the bathroom pulling them down I shrieked. Blood everywhere on them. I didn't even notice it before.
"Oh my god Chris there's blood! I'm gonna die!" I panicked.
I washed up, throwing on a pair of underwear I always keep spare in the bathroom. I came back with the panties I was wearing.
"Chris, what's going on? What's this?!" I waved them in his face. "I'm scared. I'm gonna die Chris!" I cried out.
His face screwed up, gripping my wrist away from his face.
"It's uh, um..'member when you came to me about you growing your uh-"
"My breasts yes, I just knew I was gonna die." I sat on the floor.
"Well you're not 'lil bit. You turning into a woman." He sighed out uneasy. He sat on the nightstand, with his face in his hands. While I felt more blood trickle from me. What is going on?
"Chris tell me what's going on with me! I feel more blood coming out. I'm scared! I'm telling you, I'm dying!" I screamed throwing my panties on the ruined sheets, running over to him I held onto him. His tattoos covered by my arms. I remember when he said it was only gonna be two now it's two half sleeves.
"You got your period." He finally spoke.
"A punctuation mark?" I asked confused.
"No 'lil bit. It's when you bleed like that. It usually lasts like a wee-"
"A week oh my god I'm gonna die!" I held him tighter.
"Phabiola you ain't gon' die. I promise. You'll be fine. You got any pads or shit? Cause that's what you need." He spoke still a little uneasy. I could feel this made him uncomfortable.
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Fanfiction"Phabi, you know I hate to write. Fuck, why do you think I dropped out of Highschool? But I made you a promise. I promised I'd do anything to make you happy. And if that means writing you a story then so be it. My little Edgar Allen Poe." I began re...
