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Crazy stupid hate

Chapter 6: Crazy, stupid, hate

Krystal's POV

"Hi."

The receptionist looked up at me. I must've looked ridiculous in my costume but it was imperative nobody know it was me.

"Can I help you?" She asked.

"I think something's wrong with me." I whispered.

"Go on..."

"I haven't received my period yet."

"You haven't gotten it yet? And how old are you?"

"No I mean it's late."

"Your period is late," She gave me a long look. "Name please."

"Margaret Connors." I blurted.

"Alright Margaret please fill out this form and we'll have a doctor attend to you soon."

I took the clipboard and pen from her outstretched hands and sat down on a nearby chair. It felt like everyone was staring at me. My hands shook as I answered the questions on the form, my normally neat, perfect, handwriting resembling chicken scratch.

I returned the clipboard to the receptionist.

"Please have a seat. Someone will be available soon."

I sat back down my leg bouncing up and down. It felt like my stomach was bubbling and the lights in here felt too bright even with my shades. I ran my hands through the tangly strands of the wig.

"Margaret Conners?" Said a soft voice. I looked up. A friendly looking doctor gave me a soft smile. "Right this way."

I stood up and followed her down the long corridor, my feet almost tripping over themselves.

"Careful." She steadied me and we entered a small white room decorated with a metal bed, two small couches, some machines, and a shelf full of I don't know what.

"Please sit on the bed." I complied and she studied me for a moment.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I might throw up."

"That's perfectly normal. Just try to relax. Now, Ms. Zara said you told her something was wrong with you?"

"Yeah my period is late. Maybe I'm sick or something?" I suggested hopefully.

"I don't think so," She snapped on a pair of latex gloves. "I'm just going to do a few simple tests. Open wide." She stuck a thermometer in my mouth. After a minute she pulled it out.

"Everything's good here. Open your mouth again." She shined a light all around before turning it off. Then she checked my ears and heartbeat, as well as having me perform that knee test.

"Ok you seem pretty healthy," She threw her gloves away and wrote a few things down on a sheet of paper. "You say your period is late?"

"Yes." My voice trembled.

"Are you sexually active?"

"I-" my voice cracked and I looked down. "Yes, I mean I was but not anymore.''

''Do you remember the last time you had sex?''

''No.'' I lied.

"Ok. Margaret I want you to pee in this cup. Can you do that for me?" She held a plastic cup out. Her eyes were filled with genuine sympathy and kindness.

I nodded, my hands twitching and she showed me to a bathroom before closing the door leaving me in privacy. Immediately I bent over the toilet dry heaving. This was not happening to me. It couldn't be true, it just couldn't. Something was wrong with me but it wasn't this, God please anything but this. I'd do anything for it not to be true, even become a better person and repent. I'd never have sex again until marriage. Hell, I'd become a nun if I had to.