That morning, I had never been so scared and sad at the same time in my life. Ah! I shouted out of my lungs as I was traumatised by the scene that I was witnessing. A small pool of red sticky liquid. As I was figuring out the source of the stain, I found out it was coming from my sister.
I was literally hyperventilated as many bad thoughts started coming to my mind: What if my sister was murdered? What if she was poisoned? Out of nowhere, I heard a grunt from my sister. "It hurts," she was holding her tummy, could not bear the pain.
"Oh, no! This is bad," I whispered to myself as I quickly got on my toes to alarm my parent about the current situation. I tried to find my only parent, Dad. Yes, it was just me, my sister and Dad. Mom died years ago.
"Dad, Julia was stabbed and she is bleeding!" I managed to tell him despite my anxious feeling.
"Huh? She was stabbed?! Dad was trying to process the info that I just relayed. After a split second, he grabbed his iPhone 14 to call the hospital.
"Good morning, how can I help you?" the receptionist greeted Dad professionally.
"Please send an ambulance to my house right now! My daughter is bleeding," he explained nervously.
"I need you to calm down, Sir. Could you explain to me why she is bleeding?" she asked politely. Out of the blue, Julia came out from her room. Both of us were startled by what we saw. Dad hung up without ending the conversation.
"Hey, we thought you were injured terribly?" Dad looked worried.
"Huh? Hurt?" My sister was confused.
"Did not you get stabbed?" Dad added, concerned.
"What? I was not stabbed. I am on my period, Dad," she explained.
"Daniel, why did you tell me she was stabbed?" Dad turned facing me. He started to get furious.
"I'm sorry Dad, but how I am supposed to know about period?" It's even my first time hearing about it," I defended myself. That was how my traumatised experience turned into a learning experience.
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