Chapter 68
Sarah pov
As I felt the warmth spreading through my underwear, panic set in like a sudden storm. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening now. I rushed to the bathroom, my heart racing with every step, my mind a jumbled mess of anxiety and dread. I cleaned myself up as best as I could, but the realization of my predicament only intensified. How could I have forgotten something so crucial? I slapped my forehead, the sound echoing through the small space,I felt like the most careless person alive.
I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the turmoil brewing inside me. Okay, okay. I could handle this. I just needed to find someone who could help me. The thought brought a modicum of relief, and I made my way outside, scanning the area for a familiar face. That's when I spotted her – a female teacher standing near the campfire, her presence a beacon of hope in my moment of distress.
I approached her, trying to play it cool despite the mortification creeping up my face. "Good morning ma'am...," I started, my voice barely above a whisper. "My period came unexpectedly, and I forgot to bring a pad...," I trailed off, the words tumbling out in a rush, my face burning with embarrassment.
The teacher's expression softened, a mixture of surprise and understanding flashing across her features. "Wait here," she said, before hurrying off to get me some help.
I stood there, trying to be patient, but my anxiety was a palpable force, threatening to overwhelm me. I kept checking myself for any blood stains, my eyes darting to my clothes with every passing moment, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. What if someone saw? What if I stained my clothes? The thoughts lingered, refusing to be silenced, making me feel more and more anxious by the second. Time seemed to stretch out, each moment ticking by with agonizing slowness, as I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest.
Not long after, the teacher returned with a small, multi-colored cloth bag containing a tampon and pad.
She handed it over to me with a gentle smile, and I took it from her like it was a lifeline. "Thank you ma'am" I said, my voice filled with gratitude, as if my life depended on it.
I rushed away, eager to get cleaned up and composed. As I walked, I felt a wave of disgust wash over me. I felt dirty, like I needed to scrub every inch of my body to erase the sensation. My skin crawled with unease, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of being tainted.
I quickened my pace, needed to get back to the room where I could tend to my needs and regain my composure. The relief that came with knowing I had a solution was tempered by my discomfort. I felt like I was walking around with a neon sign on my forehead, broadcasting my situation to the world.
I just wanted to hide, to disappear, and to deal with this in private. The weight of my embarrassment was crushing.
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The sterile scent of the room hit me the moment I stepped inside, a stark contrast to the chaos that had consumed me just moments before. I quickly cleaned up...
As I stood there, a wave of panic washed over me. What now? My eyes darted around the room, searching for a solution, a way out of this mess. And then, I saw it: a pair of scissors glinting innocently on the table. "God, you are so sweet," I whispered, my gaze lifting towards the heavens in a silent prayer of thanks. The sheets weren't thick, a small mercy in this escalating nightmare. I had to be quick, efficient. Hyun Min could return at any moment.
The bloodstains weren't extensive, thank God. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the task ahead. With trembling hands, I began to cut around the affected areas of the sheets, the scissors a cold, metallic extension of my fear. Once the deed was done, I rushed to the bathroom, scrubbing the cut pieces under the tap, the water turning a horrifying shade of pink. Finally, I discarded the evidence, a sense of fragile relief washing over me. I could breathe again, if only for a moment.
Just then, a jarring sound echoed through the room – the unmistakable sound of the doorknob clicking as if someone was at the door.
My heart leaped into my throat. A frantic knock followed, and I knew. Peeking through the window, I saw him: Hyun Min, his expression unreadable. My breath hitched. Slowly, deliberately, I reached for the door handle, the weight of my actions pressing down on me.
The door swung inward, and Hyun Min filled the doorway, his imposing height casting a shadow over me. "Why did you lock the door?" he asked, his eyes scanning the room, searching for any sign of… what? Suspicion coiled in my gut, tightening its grip. I met his gaze, my hands betraying my composure with a visible tremor. "I… I just didn't want any disturbance," I stammered, my voice echoing my inner turmoil.
"Disturbance, huh?" he repeated, his voice laced with a subtle undercurrent of disbelief. His eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on my trembling hands. "Your hands seem to be telling a different story." he said, his voice soft, yet the words sliced through me like a blade. I froze, every muscle in my body rigid with a terror I couldn't explain.