...THIRTY FIVE...
It was the eighteenth of April.
She knew because it was three days to her period and her period tracker app had just sent her a message.
She knew the reason why she was as weak as a fish out of water.
She was experiencing pre menstrual syndrome.
She sat up in bed, slightly nauseous. Her stomach hurt quite fairly.
She had always suffered from dysmenorrhea before and during her catamenia.
It sometimes left her crippled, unable to do a thing.
She thought of calling one of her less busy sisters and telling them to come over.
But, she looked a mess.
It was a broken heart coupled with pre menstrual syndrome.
It was a really miserable combo and she couldn’t risk her sisters seeing her in such a state.
They were bound to turn into worrywarts.
She could not also risk bursting into tears in front of them and blaming it on the ceiling fan.
They would most surely not buy that crap, not even an itsy bitsy bit of it.
She knew them; they’ll question her nonstop, incessantly.
They will press her and iron her not withstanding her disheveled state, back her completely into a corner with threats until she began talking.
She would just have to leave with herself for the next few days.
She would get better once the sun was out. It was always that way.
She dragged herself to the bathroom and took a long hot bath that helped to quell her on and off stomach cramp.
She brushed her teeth when she was done and applied her body lotion.
She didn’t apply anything else, even her makeup.
She had no strength for anything else anyways.
No one was going to come, especially Clement.
If someone did come, she would ignore their knocks. She was in the mood for solitude.
Moments later, she was heading for the living room with her blanket to curl up as usual afore the television.
She was dressed skimpily in the best of sheer dresses that her wardrobe could produce.
It was a cream tube knickers jump suit, stopping about six inches from her waist.
It left the whole of her shoulders bare with all her scars as visible as ever, just like in the photo that the hungry dirt digging bitch had sent her.
She didn’t mind anyways, no one was there to see her and no one was going to do so.
She never knew that she was wrong.
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