Thread: Mr. Bogeyman Comes Back

Helena was having a very rough day. It was raining outside, she felt like she might have a little cough and puberty was hitting her like a freight train. Her mother told her that it was normal, to get breasts and your voice would sort of change. But, at a mere age of thirteen, it was getting more and more normal to get your period at an earlier age. Her mother started her cycle at 15 and then her grandmother at 17. The times were changing as were children's bodies as they were getting to that point in her life. Helena couldn't stop crying on the couch, the feeling of the blood that couldn't have started at a more convenient time. She started screaming whilst she was in the bathroom, her mother had already given her that talk. But, once it comes on, you never really know what to expect. Her tears weren't just from the fact that she was bleeding from such an unusual place, but also from the fact that the cramps were excruciating. For about three days, she felt as though she had the flu or some sort of gastrointestinal problems. You'll get cramps every month. We'll get you some medicine for that. her mother would pet her head, but that wouldn't make Helena feel any sort of better. I just want to go to bed. What do I do during the night? Am I going to... she blushed and turned her head from her mother, biting down on her lip from embarrassment. You won't bleed everywhere. her mother smiled and went to her feet, When you're laying down, the flow will stop for the most part. But, you may trickle a little. That's why I gave you a bigger pad so that it won't get everywhere. Helena sniffled and shook her head fast, rising to her feet with her mother. Let's get you in bed. Helena sat up in her bed, cuddled up, Honey, if you want it to stop, you should lay down. Preferably on your back or maybe your stomach. If there's a little blood on your sheets in the morning, you'll be alright. It won't kill you. her mother smiled, kissing her on the forehead. While her mother was walking out, Helena had a pang of pain. It wasn't the cramps, but something familiar that she just wanted to go away. Mommy, Helena said in a small voice, feeling tears well up in her eyes, can you check my closet? Maybe under the bed? it had been three years since Helena had such a request. Now, she was still scared sometimes, but she figured that she was a big enough girl to get over it. At such a crucial time, she felt that it was alright to have her mother check just this once. Of course, honey. her mother did the routine - open the closet door, show Helena. Get on her knees to look under the bed, feeling under it to prove her point. Her mother stood, smiling, as she wiped the tears from under her daughter's eyes. The Boogeyman is gone forever. she winked down at Helena, giving her one last pat and making her way back in to the hallway. Do you want me to keep this door open? Helena mustered up what little pride she had left, shaking her head, You can close it, I'll be fine. she forced a smile before she heard the door close. There's no such thing as the Boogeyman. There's no such thing as the Boogeyman. There's no such thing as the Boogeyman. and thus, Helena fell asleep, feeling the blood trickle down her leg.