Aria's Pov:
My head felt like it was splitting apart. Like someone was inside it and kept on smashing my brain over and over.
I groaned as I pulled the covers over my face. I wasn't getting up today. I felt like fucking shit and my stomach just like my head was hurting me so badly.
After a couple of seconds of debating I decided that even though I had no idea where I was, I was just going to stay here. The whole day. I refused to wake up. To even crawl out of this bed I refused. Even though it wasn't as lovely as my bed back at the other place, I still liked it.
I groaned once more as I turned over in my bed.
Then I felt it.
I knew.
I knew exactly why my stomach was hurting.
OUT OF ALL THE FUCKING DAYS.
It was that time of the month. The one where I lost a child. Oh the pain. Oh shit the blood.
fuck.
I heaved myself of the bed as quickly as I could. And when I tell you I ran, I mean I turned into a track star for the whole 5 seconds it took me to reach the bathroom.
Damn and people said I was shit at running? Hell no, I run like a fucking track star. Take that BIACHTES.
Anyways, so I reached the bathroom and turned the shower on. shed my clothes of and jumped in.
Sure enough. My child had died for this month. RIP, Jimmy/Jimmenita Jr, x10. (I had named too many of them Jimmy/Jimmenita at this point.)
Goddamn. I felt bad, but then again, I wasn't going to let them be real, because for that- well, biology happens.
I washed my hair and body and just when I had finished my shower and stepped out.
I realised.
I didn't pack any pads.
I wasn't expecting Jimmy/ Jimmenita to arrive. No actually that was lie. I knew it but I was too mad to remember what I actually needed to pack.
Oh kill me now. What the fuck could I do?
Ok come on Aria, Use your head. We can think.
A makeshift one!
Out of toilet paper for now would be good enough. Ok. I grabbed my underwear and the toilet paper and started erratically making one.
I sighed as I finished and chucked on some clothes.
There were some female guards here. I'd seen a couple of them, perhaps I could ask them to supply me some. I hope they didn't have tampons. It made me uncomfortable to shove one up there.
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