Early in the morning I woke up to an excruciating pain in my abdomen. I thought 'shit! not again!'.

This always happens to me once a month. And every month I dread it. It hurts too goddamn much. I swear.

I curled up in a tight ball, my knees almost touching my chin, cold sweat dripping from my forehead, my eyes closed tightly, my world spinning.

I kept telling myself 'this will pass soon... I know it will...Please God let this pass soon...'

But it didn't.

I heard my mom moving around her room. I called out to her.

I couldn't bear it anymore.

As she wen to get tylenol, I ran to the bathroom and vomitted on the toilet bowl. Eew.

Before mom made me drink my medicine, she made me eat at least one piece of toast. I begged her to just give me the damn tylenol. But no, she held her ground. And so, I ate the damn toast, amid the unbearable pain. The taste made me want to go back to the bathroom again. But I didn't.

Satisfied that I had at least eaten something, she gave me the tylenol.

Then there was peace...