I’d tried so hard to hide it. Ever since it started, I couldn’t get it to stop. It hurt so much, and yet no one came to help me. I was being punished, but for what, I was still unsure. Kansas pounded on the door. “Eisley, are you okay? Where did you cut yourself? Do we need to see a Mother?” Hot tears stung my cheeks as I continued to stop the bleeding coming from my privates, but nothing worked. “No!” I shouted back. This was why we were being punished. The Mother had said it was normal. How could it be though? There was so much of it!
