Savage Days for the Gentle

Chapter 4: The Momentum of Truth

She's there! Time for a lesson, girls. I slammed the door open, resting my palms on the ridges of the wall. "May I speak with the both of you?" I boldly requested. They just nodded and stayed in their positions, ready to listen. "I do not mean to go further than your boundaries, but I want truthful answers from you." I continued. The seriousness was intense around the room. "What are you insinuating into?" Naomi asked while I observed Rainee biting her thumbnails. "I checked the page of the school to stop by an article accusing me as the victim of the blood incident." I elaborated on my point. "So, was it one of you who published the post?" I blinked slowly.

"No, I don't post anything on social media. Take note, I do not own any account from the school." Naomi answered. It was a pretty solid answer to think through. "Uhhh..." Rainee hesitantly replied as she bowed down before me, "I'm sorry." It was her - Rainee. "Wh-what did you do to Reese?" Naomi stuttered. "I- I'm sorry. It was in a fit of anger that I spread your name in the post." Rainee sincerely apologized. Oh really now? Then, why would she allow it to flourish around the campus?

"Because there were so many girls who wanted to be the victim. I was completely out of my mind after you came out of your room, asking stupid questions. Nevertheless, I am really really sorry for what happened." She bowed down, crying to ask for forgiveness. "I will fix all of this and hope to reconstruct your reputation." She continued while approaching me to embrace.

"Who, in every state of mind, would do that to her close friend?!" Naomi screamed at Rainee. It was just an unimaginable mistake, then. "Tell me the truth too, were you badly harmed by your classmates because of my mistake?" Rainee seriously asked. I sobbed when I wanted to voice out what happened. They both hugged me tightly as I only faced the first day of school. I also shared my condition with them so that it helps them support me even more, despite how my body works. "Now we know why you don't know PMS." Naomi realized and held my hand in comfort.

A few days later after being disparate from the world, I pulled myself together as I started attending my classes and catching up on some missing work. For three days, I trapped myself in the room to meditate on what I could do to rebrand the problem among students - the period stigma. Accusing me is useless now because the responses of people toward a normal thing have to be altered. I still had to face the consequence of Rainee, that was also a judgment by each student who faced me.

"Hey! I know you." a deep voice chatted with me. I turned to where the voice originated, it was the guy who sat in front of me. "What do you want?" I scared him with my tone. I hope he yeets away from my eyes, but he is not budging. "I just wanna talk about some issues." He mentioned his intention. "Sigh, I think you want to imbue some fake information about me, am I right?" I assumed. "Technically, yes, and it's about the blood incident." He said. "Look, I don't want to erupt in a public place. So before I say something about you to the principal, please shrug off my shoulder." I indirectly want him out of my face. "But, it's about-'' he was interrupted by me. Take what you get from anyone, but I do not care about your tactics.

"One, two, three.." I counted upwards to test his obedience. He left in my presence. I'm relieved, but seeing other people whispering makes me feel anxious. I desire to be bold, but the insecurity about my appearance kicks in. Sheesh, then another person comes by to converse with me. Sounds arrogant to be part of a hot issue in the school. "Hi, there! I just want to announce something. By the way, I am Carol. " the gossip girl said.

Okay, then what am I here for? Your published posts that have no sense at all? Tch, thank you for your kind presence that I might have to leave from your bound. "Wait, you have to be here when I'll broadcast my news." Carol pulled my arm. It was the last straw. I whipped her arm away from mine, and she tumbled down crying. I was not proud of my impulses, but I had to get away from their tricks.