I felt another gush, and tied my sweatshirt tighter around my waist, hoping no one would notice that the blood had seeped around the toilet paper I had stuffed in my panties, and was now rolling down my leg into my socks. I could smell the minerals, like rain on asphalt after a hot day. Oh God, maybe I can sneak into the bathroom in McDonalds. Oh shit. Shit. The door to the women's has a keypad lock. I am not going to the counter, I am not going to the counter. Ok. Napkins. I'll just take some napkins. I'll go behind the dumpster. Fuck. What is he doing behind there. Oh god, I'm not going to cry.
27 May 2015