Post by TSP on May 11, 2007 22:15:27 GMT -5
Feel free to critique, if you like.
She couldn't keep her hands from her throbbing head. Her fingers kept running over her scalp, trying to knead the pain away, but to no avail.
Hailey had been feeling off all day, a little warm at first, then cold the next - deadly thirsty and reaching for her waterbottle, yet feeling ill as she downed the cool liquid.
She thought that maybe it was because her 'time' was coming up, but then again, she couldn't be too sure of that now that she had started the patch.
How long had it been?
She couldn't remember much at all except for the pain, headaches, body aches, and mental agony. She cried for hours over nothing the other day, sobbing like a child into her mother's shoulder for what seemed like forever.
She felt like an idiot... and she felt angry.
And yet...
She couldn't help but feel a shred of happiness when she talked with her boyfriend - because by doing this, it had made him happy.
He liked what the patch was doing to her, mostly. The mood swings were something he could live with, he had said, "You're going to be a bitch at least once a month anyways!"
Her headache worsened at that thought, and her fingers worked themselves into a flurry, knotting her hair.
'What does he know anyhow?' she thought, suddenly turning bitter, 'He doesn't know what I'm going through. He doesn't know what this feels like...'
And yet...
She found herself tearing up once again, 'What am I thinking...? I didn't mean that...' her fingers stopped, and the throbbing continued, unhindered, 'Or... did I? I don't even know anymore.'
She wished she could go home, and sleep everything away - to wake up perhaps in a few years when things have settled down.
(Wow... emo)
She couldn't keep her hands from her throbbing head. Her fingers kept running over her scalp, trying to knead the pain away, but to no avail.
Hailey had been feeling off all day, a little warm at first, then cold the next - deadly thirsty and reaching for her waterbottle, yet feeling ill as she downed the cool liquid.
She thought that maybe it was because her 'time' was coming up, but then again, she couldn't be too sure of that now that she had started the patch.
How long had it been?
She couldn't remember much at all except for the pain, headaches, body aches, and mental agony. She cried for hours over nothing the other day, sobbing like a child into her mother's shoulder for what seemed like forever.
She felt like an idiot... and she felt angry.
And yet...
She couldn't help but feel a shred of happiness when she talked with her boyfriend - because by doing this, it had made him happy.
He liked what the patch was doing to her, mostly. The mood swings were something he could live with, he had said, "You're going to be a bitch at least once a month anyways!"
Her headache worsened at that thought, and her fingers worked themselves into a flurry, knotting her hair.
'What does he know anyhow?' she thought, suddenly turning bitter, 'He doesn't know what I'm going through. He doesn't know what this feels like...'
And yet...
She found herself tearing up once again, 'What am I thinking...? I didn't mean that...' her fingers stopped, and the throbbing continued, unhindered, 'Or... did I? I don't even know anymore.'
She wished she could go home, and sleep everything away - to wake up perhaps in a few years when things have settled down.
(Wow... emo)