She sat happily at the computer, typing away, everything was right in her life. She was almost done, before...

She held a hand to her side. No... Well crap, this'll have to wait. She went over to the couch, laying down and holding her side with both hands. She practiced some deep breathing, but it only seemed to get worse. She held in her legs, fully clutching at her body, but it still worsened. No, no, why now? She looked around. I can't let anyone worry...

She went to the bathroom, closing the door. She crouched over on the floor, still holding herself, hugging her stomach and sides. She was in full blown pain now, she knew it wasn't going to stop for several minutes. She sat there, unmoving, for quite a while, before she thought it was done for the day.

She got up. But then... What? Still? This is awful... She made her way upstairs, and into that bathroom, turning the fan on for a future shower. She sat on the floor again, but soon slowly moved herself into lying down, still crumpled up into a ball. Her body shook, her breath strained.

This was too much. She had been dealing with this a lot, but it wasn't this bad since... She couldn't even remember... 8th grade maybe? That was almost three years ago... It only got worse. Usually the pain came in waves, leaving her small intervals to rest before cringing again. This was nonstop. Nonstop misery that pushed her to the point where she couldn't focus on anything else. The bright yellow walls, the whirr of the fan above her, it was all gone now. She was all by herself in an abyssmal darkness, nothing but her and pain.

She sat there for... maybe 15 minutes it pure agony. Soon it dulled down quickly, to the point where she could move again. She stumbled to the shower, quickly taking her clothes off, and turned the shower on. Thankfully the water heated up almost instantly. She sat there after a few moments of turning the heat up, hoping... praying, the water and heat would calm it down.

It did work for maybe a few seconds. She was wrong. It just came back, the water dulled it down, but not enough... She was still suffering. Tears rolled down her face, unseen by the stream of water pounding against her. The noise of the falling water was deafening now, she couldn't hear anything else.

Please, she screamed in her mind, please... take it away... Knock me out, put me into shock, make it go away, do something! She pleaded and prayed for a good five minutes before it finally dulled down. She slowly, ever so slowly, moved her arms away from her sides, letting the water do its job, not moving a muscle. She was too afraid to move. Not only that, but the pain had drained her energy almost completely.

After a few minutes, she lifted herself into an upright position, her heart pounding from the motion. It was long enough, this was as good as it would ever get in here. She quickly washed her hair, then tried to stand.

She stumbled a little, but there were good hand supports in the tub. She washed out the last of the shampoo, and turned the water off. She didn't even bother running the squeegie over the walls, or wringing out her hair. She just got out shakily, grabbed her towel, dried herself to a small extent, and left.

She sprawled out in her bed, pulling the covers over her shaking body. She tried to calm herself enough to sleep. She did. She drifted in and out for maybe an hour. All the while, it still hurt, but not as much as before.

Her mother knocked on the door, telling her to get out of bed. She didn't know... She didn't care, because she didn't know. She was still so weak, and there was still some pain. She drifted back to sleep again for about fifteen minutes, and woke up again. She felt much better. Not stronger, but better. The pain was pretty much gone.

Her parents told her that they were going out to eat. Okay, that's fine. They left. She got up, got dressed in some clean pajamas, and sat down at her computer for a minute. The last of the pain made it's way out, then she was completely fine. Why did it take so long this time? Why was today any different? It was weird... Like something was trying to teach her a lesson. That wasn't true, she wasn't being punished with this. But it was unusual. And she would know, she had dealt with this for a long, long time...

It was gone though. Hopefully not to return for a long time. She turned her computer on, and started to type. She was angry inside. But anger wasn't going to help at all. She was twisted up inside, and nobody knew what to do about it.

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yeah... dont worry, im fine now but.... i needed to rant. yeah, i do have a problem. im not telling you what it is though. only my family and a few close friends know about it. i dont like to talk about it...

its not... health threatening or anything. its just, i dunno... a frequent road block in my life. ive seen countless doctors about it. they say im perfectly healthy. fuck them, they don't know anything...

im sorry if im worrying you, im fine. im just writing it out, because ive kept it in for far too long.