Å LITTLE BRÅVER

11- °JUST MOOD SWINGS...

•SALOME ALAN•

If this is a dream, I better wake up now. It's by all means a terrible one but as much as I want to wake up on my fluffy bed, the intense eyes of my teacher is enough to clear my doubt, that I'm right in his office, his grip tight on my wrist and my heart beating without rhythm. Tearing my eyes from his, I look at the scattered pills on the floor and back to him.

"Sir..." I wince, trying to pull my hand out of his, "You're holding...me tight." I mumble, and he quickly drop my hand like it's boiling hot for him, his brows crunching like he has a slight feeling that he kind of overreacted.

"Don't even attempt to pick it up." Mr. Alex warns as he move back to his seat, his expression stoic and hard.

I swallow, seating down and allowing the pains to eat me up, "But- but, I need them." I protest again, I seriously can't tell him that I need the pills to reduce the menstrual pains I'm feeling. I'm way to embarrassed to even utter it to my dad, talk more of a scary teacher.

Lightening flashes into the room and I look sideways to see that the cloud is heavy and dark. It's about to rain heavily and I'm still here. In school.

"I don't care if you take drugs, just don't do that here," Mr. Alex's voice make me turn to him. He take out his long hand black bag, zip it open and stuff some books in it. "You can go home now, we'll continue tomorrow."

I nod slowly, partially glad the rain decided to stop our section that suppose to end in about thirty minutes. Stiffly, I get up, my eyes down at the pills that is pleading for me to take so I'd be able to get my shit together.

"Are you still looking at those?" Mr. Alex asks, his voice spiced with anger. I shake my head, slowly walking out of the office. I can hear my teacher sigh heavily like he's having an headache by just talking to me and that alone makes my chest twist in sadness. I better just go home, lie on my bed and enjoy the sweet pain pining my stomach. it's a tad better than been here right now.

As I turn the door knob open, I slowly look over my shoulders and see Mr. Alex clearing his table to leave too, not even showing any concern about me. But then, he called it hard drugs. I shouldn't be mad that he doesn't understand. I'm too embarrassed to say anyway.

My chest drops as I open the door and close it behind me. It isn't too late to turn back and claim that there are just pills that I urgently need but it's easy to think of than to actually voice out.

Strolling down the somewhat dark hallway, the rain filled breeze blow silently, causing goosebumps to pop on my skin. As I step out of the block, I gasp at how heavy the cloud is. Pregnant with rain and wouldn't mind pouring out it's content anytime soon. Holding the thick straps of my backpack, I fasten my steps, my skirt and jacket blowing to the direction of the breeze.

The bus stop isn't too far from school so I ran there. Basically because the rain is already pouring down, beating the living hell out of me and, leaving me seat in the bus stop like a wet hopeless puppy. My head, down to my feet is greatly socked, my damp hair sticking to my face as I stare at the downpour, my hands wrapped around me.

It is perfect. So perfect.

I wipe the face of my wet wristwatch to see the time before looking back to the rain that is refusing to reduce. It's irritating enough to see my period today, and the rain just have to worsen it.

I sigh tiredly, wiping my wet hair away from my eyes as I look at how cars passes by in colours and products, partially wishing someone would see me, pity me and offer to drive me home. But then, it's already 7:00pm and the weather is doing no favour as it darkens at every second. My mind tick back to my teacher and I sigh again. Anywhere he is, I know he's happy that 'Salome Alan', is not present to frustrate his life.