Between the Lines✔ [COMPLETED]

[40] "We're Really Through!"

Malory

I was right to have blamed my attitude that day on the PMS. I should have known Mother Nature was on its way to wreck me soon.

It's Sunday, and I finally wake up to the sound of my phone ringing for the millionth time. The minute my eyes open, I feel an extreme pain encompass my waist, womb and stomach, and my body goes useless in the bed. I stretch my hand to take my phone from the bedside table. The constant ringing gives me a headache. I try to sit up, and when I do, I realise there is blood on both the bed where I laid and most likely there would be on my pants too.

I groan. I hate cleaning up after a period. 

I answer the phone, but I'm too caught up in feeling pain to process that this conversation even happened at all.

"Hello?" I say.

"Hey, do you know how long I've been trying to call you?" Kyle asks.

"No," I say, trying to suppress my screams. I roll over on my bed.

"Check the time, Lloyd," he says.

I do. It's after nine in the morning. I woke up extremely late for someone who usually wake up when it's still dark outside.

"Damn it," I say to myself. "What do you want?" I ask Kyle. He's sounding rather happy today.

"Well, are you busy today?" 

"Not necessarily. Why? Why are you asking me if I'm free on the only day that I don't see you, Davidson? Sundays are my free days. It's my day off."

"Well...Ron and I were talking and we planned to go to the ar-"

-A thud cuts him off. I fall off my bed from constant movement, and I know that Kyle has heard the noise, too.

"What was that?" he asks, "Are you okay? Did you fall or something?"

"I'm just... in a lot of terrible pain right now," I explain.

"Why!? Did you get hurt? Did someone show up at your house?" He asks worried.

"No, Kyle!" I scorn him, stumbling over to my dresser in search of my usual painkillers. I scavenge through every drawer and every little space I might be able to find it –I don't.

"Then... are you sick?" he asks, his voice going low. 

"It's my monthlies Kyle, I'm on my period. I get... extreme... pains... and I..." I groan.

"Oh," he says, "Right. Sometimes I forget that you're a girl and that... that... happens to you just like every other female individual."

"Now is not the time to piss me off," I say, "I can't find any painkillers!" I run back to my bed to lie down and scream into my pillow.

I feel bile rising in my stomach and suddenly I pause and sit up. "Oh god, I need to puke," I say. 

"Wha-" Kyle doesn't get to finish. I cut him off and rush to the bathroom.

And there I actually puke.

Even after puking, I don't feel much better. The pain is still there, and I haven't found anything to suppress it. I usually have painkillers –did I forget to buy more?

I check my school bag –there's none there. Where could it be?

I check my mom's room. She should have some. She experiences the same terrible pain, though she's probably gotten more used to it, and it's died down with time.