Sara
I must admit that the fresh air in the yard is lovely. I’m a little nervous about entering the forest where I was almost attacked, but needs must. I can’t go about my life with nothing to call mine. My bag doesn’t hold much, but what’s inside is mine, and I want it.
I hum to myself as I walk, ignoring the fact that I have nowhere to go. I’m not sure what I’m going to do from here on in, but I do know that I’ve got cramps.
Great, just what I don’t need, my damn period.
‘You had your period two weeks ago, Sara.’
‘Maybe it’s anxiety then?’
‘Maybe it’s something else...’
I block Chai because I’m not in the mood to hear whatever she’s talking about and keep walking. I don’t have a clue in which direction I’m going; I feel like I’m going in circles, and the cramps seem to be getting
