The pain crawled into my stomach and inched its way around my back.
It just lived there, making itself familiar and relaxing its insufferable ways.
I buckled over in agony wishing and sometimes praying it would settle down and STOP or DIE or GO AWAY.
The curse had finally caught up with my purpose, my legs, my arms, my body, and mind.
I wouldn't dare cry out because I was a big girl, eleven years old. Even then at such a young age, I knew...
Periods and death were a given.