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WARNING: In this chapter, there will be descriptions of periods (menstrual cycles) just in case you guys don't want to read about it, I put a warning here, so remember, I warned you. Don't go blaming me for reading about Aunt Flo in this chapter. Capeesh?

The moment I woke up, I felt as if something wasn't right. Then I felt it, ow ow ow ow OW, I thought as a painful cramp punched me in the stomach. Oh boy, don't tell me that gut-wrenching pain was what I think it was.

Pulling up the sheets, I looked down at my legs. Nooo, blood-stained my shorts and probably, no scratch that, most definitely, my panties as well.

Ugggghhhh, it huuuurrts sooo much. How do women do this? No use asking now, since I'm going to find out myself. Fml.

I needed to text Sam. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I quickly typed in the password and clicked into Messages.

Me: sammm, help mee, please

Sam: u ok? What happened?

Me: life is nothing but a sea of misery T-T

Sam: ...

Sam: oh I get it, ur on ur period aren't u?

Me: yes

Sam: pat pat, I'm on my way, kiddo

Sam: try not to die from the misery until I get there, kay?

Me: thx, sis ;-;

Me: ur the best ♡

Groaning, I sat up, eww, the bloody mess between my legs has turned cold and squishy. I need to change my panties and shorts.

It's a good thing I woke up early today, I still have about 2 hours before class starts. Wrapping my blanket around myself until I was in a cocoon shape, or maybe a slug, I rolled off the bed and crawled to my drawers. Yanking open my underwear drawer, I grabbed a pair of panties, then pulled open my pants drawer and pulled out some comfortable black leggings. Which were perfect for periods because you wouldn't be able to see stains very well (never wear white, you're courting death if you do (death by embarrassment that is)).

Crap, I have to walk all the way downstairs to get to a bathroom. I slowly stood up, ew, it felt so uncomfortable to move, much less walk down the stairs.

Just as I was grouching about having to move around, someone, presumably Sam, knocked on the door, "Ali, I'm here. I brought a heating pad and some extra pads for you just in case you needed them.

Oh, thank baby Jesus she was here.

Waddling towards the door, I slowly opened it, "Sam help me, I feel like dying."

She rolled her eyes while walking into my dorm, "Yeah yeah, drama queen. Let me guess, you need help walking to the bathroom because of the mind-boggling pain."

"Yep, now please help me before I die."

Sam wrapped her arm around my waist, pulling me towards the bed, "Okay, first we take off that blanket and get a jacket, then wrap it around your waist so your cramps don't get worse."

Helping me onto the bed, she placed the heating pad and pads next to me. Next, she threw open my closet and grabbed a jacket, "Here we go," throwing it at me, she told me to, "Tie that around your waist unless you want more painful cramps."

Moaning in pain, I wiggled out of the blanket and wrapped the jacket around my waist, tying it. Grabbing one of the pads, I shoved them into the pocket of the jacket.

"Oh, the jacket covers up most of the stains on your butt, that's a plus," Sam said as she was grabbing my undies and pants, from where I placed them on my desk chair, "Let's get this bloody show on the road. Pun intended."

I sighed as she wrapped her arm around my waist again, "Thanks for helping me, Sammy."

She grinned, "No problem, you're my little sister, I have to take care of you."

Aww, she's so sweet, "Thanks for being a great sister and taking care of me."

"Ah yes, praise me more for my brilliance."

"Pfft."

When we got to the bathroom, it was empty, not a lot of people were up this early, I guess.

After wiping off the blood, and changing into my new undies, I stuck the pad on and squirmed into my leggings. Finally, I got out of those nasty blood-stained shorts and undies.

When I stumbled out of the stall, Sam raised her eyebrows, "You good, Ali?" she asked with a slightly concerned look on her face.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just help me back to the dorm. I don't think I'll be able to make it there on my own," I grunted as another painful cramp stabbed my womb. It felt like my womb was committing seppuku on itself for not carrying a child or something.

She patted my shoulder, "Oh, you poor soul. By the way, you're doing this for me when I get my period. That's the payment for me helping you."

I nodded, "Fine by me. Okay, we should really hurry up and get back to my dorm before I pass out from the pain. Vamonos!"

A few minutes later, I was back in my dorm and laying in my bed starfish style. While Sam was plugging in the heat pad and waiting for it to warm up.

When it finally warmed up, she placed it on my abdomen, then told me to go to sleep, and that she would wake me up in 50 minutes to 1 hour for class. She left after giving me a glass of warm water (it helps with the cramps, it's a lot better than cold water).

Groaning, I shifted the heating pad around on my stomach. Ugh, this feels better than before, but it's getting too hot for comfort. Sigh, whatever, I'll just have to live with it.

Why are female bodies so damn sensitive when we're on our periods *sob* it's not fair, men don't have to deal with this sh!t, why do we have to? Fml, I miss my male body.

After wallowing in self-pity for a few more minutes, I fell into a half-asleep state. Albeit, an uncomfortable state, but at least I was sleeping. Now, brain, please will you for the love of chinchillas just shut up already. LET ME SLEEP IN PEACE GOD DAMN IT.

With that passing thought, I slipped into a state of sleep, that actually counts as sleeping, happily leaving the pain of my period behind.