I lie there in the stomach churning smell of garbage, sobbing. Only after my phone rings in my pocket do I shakily stand up and dress. It's mom calling me. "Mom?" I say in Indian (my mother language.) My voice is still a little shaky, but I try to even it. "I'm coming, yeah I'm here Lower Sidden street. I'm coming" I switch off the phone and walk slowly to my front door, a burning pain between my legs flaring up each time I moved. I use my key to sneak upstairs, but mom still managed to find me and tell me off for being late. I flop on my bed, having 0 friends to tell about the accident, I keep quiet and flop on my bed to cry.
2 weeks later
The toilet stares at me silently as I puke my dinner into it. It's not the first time it's happened in the last week. Maybe it's some kind of bug, I tell myself. A little voice pipes up in my mind. Or maybe you're... I stop it before it can go any further. Just as I leave the bathroom, my older sister Binsha bursts into it and throws up violently in the toilet. Yeah. Must be a bug.
