It's Complicated 2 ~ Back for more

Whirlwind of Emotion

The next morning started off fairly normal, all things considered. I woke up, rolled off my bunk and got ready to get into the shower. Just as I was about to though, I felt my stomach start to cramp up and a whole other form of dread swept over my body.

Oh no... Why now? Why today?

Gritting my teeth, I turned the shower on hotter than normal as I clutched my lower abdomen. Stepping inside, I slowly sunk to the bottom of the shower and pulled my knees to my chest as the hot water rained down over my head and body.

Well... At least you're not pregnant?

Of course I'm not pregnant you idiot; I'm still a virgin!

You could be the new Mary?

I'm not even religious.

Sighing heavily, I knew I had to get out sooner or later. Heaving a huge sigh, I mustered the effort to wash myself and my hair before reluctantly turning off the water and stepping into the steamy room. As I dried my hair with one hand, I opened the cupboard with the other trying to find the one item I'd desperately need today.

But I couldn't find one.

"Emily!" I worriedly called out. "Do we have any pads?"

"I thought we did," She called back. "Are you sure there are none in the bathroom?"

"Positive," I replied, defeated.

"Okay, hold on," Emily said, "I'll go ask the other girls. Someone's bound to have something,"

"Be quick, please," I begged as I heard the door close behind her.

Rubbing my abdomen, I grabbed some pain killers that were in the draw and swung them down with a drink of water from the sink. While I waited, I dried my hair and put it up. By the time I had finished, Emily was back with good news.

"Here you go," she grinned, handing a packet over to me after I stepped out of the bathroom. "I bet Blake would love to see you like that,"

Knowing that she was referring to me just wearing a towel wrapped around my body, I rolled my eyes and closed the door. After a few more minutes I was ready to attempt to face the world for a few hours before I could return to the comfort of my bed.

As long as nothing bad happens today, I will survive.

Oh please, since when has your day ever gone well.

You know, just a thought but, you could try to be supportive.

My whole job is to keep you sane.

You're not doing that very well.

But you're not insane yet, so I think I'm doing my job juuuust fine.

Gritting my teeth, I slug my sports bag over my shoulder and headed towards my locker. Once I arrived, I unlocked it and wearily opened the door. Shoving my sports bag inside, my eyes glanced over towards a mysterious, black envelope inside. Furrowing my eyebrows, I picked it up and looked over it but couldn't find anything on the envelope itself.

Feeling a familiar sense of worry stir up in my pain filled gut, I slowly opened the envelope and took out the letter from inside. Biting my bottom lip nervously, I opened the letter and read the few, frankly terrifying words;

We're coming for you.

Uncharacteristically, I began to feel anxious about being alone. Slowly, I closed my locker door, ensuring that it was locked before I took a step backwards and started heading towards the cafeteria for breakfast. As I was walking the rather quiet halls, I stashed the letter away in my breast pocket. Chewing my bottom lip, I kept telling myself that I was strong enough to handle any psycho who came after me.