The Period Horror Stories

Swimming

WARNING!!

So, this stuff is probably most likely not going to happen in real life. The reason I'm mentioning it is because this chapter is about swimming, and I know a lot of girls who are very insecure about whether or not to go swimming on their period. Hey, shit happens, I understand. This situation will probably not happen if thou where's thy tampon up thy woman cave which thou self-rapes as she knocks on Satan's door knob. Anyway, don't let this chapter come between you and a perfectly good, clean time in the water. Remember, this stuff is fictional, so don't let it get in the way of your dreams! Yeah!

That being said, if you're really insecure about the situation where a tampon, dark bathing suit, or just sit out. No one will judge you, unlike in this ridiculous story.

With that being said I conclude this warning! On with the horror story!

I shifted uncomfortably in the school swimsuit. Let me get this straight, *Grabs nearest heterosexual*, now as I was saying... Our school has a school swim class in Gym, with a pool colder than the other side of your bed. I'm supposedly the best swimmer, and we are currently having the race which determines 50% of our overall grade in Gym class. Like, who the hell thought of that rule? You mean I've been doing those crunches and skipping out on hot wings so that all of that effort could be tossed out the window?! Shame on you!

Normally, you'd think I'd have no problem with that fact, since I am, as I said before since I GUESS YOU CAN'T REMEMBER, I'm the best swimmer in my class. But nooooooo. Auntie Flo decided to visit from Florida on this specific day, and this is honestly one of the heaviest periods I've had since that one time I stopped a Beyonce concert. Yeah, not fun.

And guess what? I found out when I was in the locker room. It could've at least showed up while I was at home or aware! But, no, I have the worst luck. Also, as it turns out, none of the girls in my swim class have a tampon! Like, come on?! We're usually throwing those things around everywhere like streamers for some weird red moon party! But it had to be this specific time that they wasted the last of our ammunition to help attack North Korea. Honestly, the things we do for our government.

So here I am, having a cramp by the bleachers that makes it feel like my eggs are trying to eat their way out of me, and this crappy light blue one piece wasn't helping. It's not like I could tell the swim coach anyway. Not only is he a boy, but he also happened to say that if anyone skipped or missed this race, they'd get an automatic 0, no matter what excuse. And it's rumored that one of the girls from last year tried to tell him she was bleeding out of her baby factory, but he didn't have any of it. I could see her shaking in the corner still since she had to be held back a year. Some of the guys from swim class (yes, we unfortunately have to combine two genders for this horrendous experience where the guys try their best to see a shivering, hard nipple through the girl's swimsuits) were snickering at her, since they heard what happened the previous year.

Alright, now that we have that cleared, *gets rid of acne*, let's move on to our present situation, shall we?

My friend glanced back to the girl I mentioned earlier, nudging me as I gripped onto my stomach like it was the last piece of salami in the fridge and my younger brother wanted it. "At least we're not in the ocean, then that would've been really bad for her. They say if you swim in the ocean on your period, the blood will attract a shark." (NOT TRUE BY THE WAY, IN CASE YOU WERE WORRIED. JUST LOOK UP ON WIKIHOW IF YOU'RE SCARED.)

I ignored her useless information. We're not in the ocean right now, how's that supposed to help me?

The coach called my name. He yelled it, actually. "Y-Yes," I squeaked.

"You're up!" he growled, pointing back to where the other swimmers were. What the hell, this isn't football, sir, this is swimming! Go teach baseball and not something where the human body is glistening in the sweat of our enemies that submerged into the depths of the pool.

I shakily nodded, stepping up to the line. Was I leaking? Was my butt red? Could the others see? I didn't know, and I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for that- "WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE BLEEDING FROM HER ASS?!" -comment.

We got into diving stance as he blew his whistle. I dove in the water, taking a deep breath as I swam for my life. I've got to get to the other side! I've got to! I've-

"Oh fricking frack, what the-?!"

I looked back to discover that I was leaking. A lot. There was a trail from where I dived to where I was now, leading right to me. Worse, the trail was spreading out, reaching the other swimmers.

The girl in the lane next to me frantically swam for her life as the blood neared her. The boy who shouted earlier fainted, and started diving under, his eyes rolled back in the horror. The swim coach dove into the red murkiness, taking a breath too late, and swallowing a bunch of period water. It was literally a blood bath.

The red was particularly dense around me, which figures. I splashed around, and pretty soon the entire pool was red.

I had so much blood in me I changed the color of a pool.

A fricking pool!

The swim coach dived back up, spitting out a fountain of red, and draggin the unconscious boy with him. He flopped him over on the side, where he was on land. The other students shrieked and looked down, seeing if teh boy is alive or not. 

I don't know why, but I seemed to be in such a trance that I was still in my own murk, just floating there like a bottle.

The coach gave mouth to mouth on the boy, until he gasped for air and spit out cloriphied red. The boy gasped, taking in deep breaths from his near death experience.

Everyone turned to me, and my face was probably the same shade as the pool.

"Hehe... guess this means I get an F?"

Needless to say, I did not pass that class.