𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐧.) that which chases sorrow away.
In their painful past, they were childhood sweethearts that sought comfort with each other.
Years later, the two broken souls are pulled back together by fate in an alliance that will save their...
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MARIA
I started my period.
It was the first time in months that I had felt the extreme pain of my abdomen churning and cramping whirling around me.
My hand clutched desperately onto the desk as my body crouched while I shook, squeezing my eyes closed as another wave of pain coursed through my muscles. That was what had been tormenting me throughout practice, I hadn't recognised the symptoms immediately. It was only when I had reached the bathroom, pulled down my underwear and registered the faint crimson stain that had tainted the cotton.
Upon changing, the pain worsened since I didn't have any medication with me. It had been a long time. I wasn't prepared. I was used to this, the irregular pattern of my menstrual cycle because of my profession, my weight and mental health. It had always fluctuated since I was a child.
My mother has taken me to the hospital once concerned for my physical health and why I hadn't started my period yet despite my age. However what she didn't know was, because of her harsh diets and training methods, my journey to my menstrual cycle had been delayed due to stress. I was a late bloomer, as were many other young ballerinas.
The tiny lumps on my chest, that somehow classed as breasts, were sore and my head was throbbing. Not to mention, my jaw was beginning to release spots to reveal to the entire world that I had started menstruating once again. It was hard being a woman.
I was feeling more sentimental for some reason. My mind would often drift to the past and recount old memories. It was probably because being around my sister more had opened a door to the past that I had hidden for a long time.
It hurt. I held onto my stomach and groaned while I leaned over, still waiting on Iris to bring me medicine. I plopped myself onto the couch and curled into a little ball with a sigh. My energy had significantly lowered; I felt drained.
