Today was simply not your day.

You'd woken up to bloody sheets and ruined underwear. Stripping the bed before your roommates, Wednesday and Enid, could ask what was wrong. You really weren't in the mood to hear Wednesday inquire over the amount of blood you shed.

You were nearly late to Miss Thornhill's class, holed up in the bathroom throwing up your breakfast. Tears pricked at your eyes as you sat in your seat. Cramps seized your lower belly, making you feel like your organs were being shredded with barbed wire. What you wouldn't give to just crawl back into bed and bawl your eyes out.

That's when you noticed your Nevermore skirt. Somehow you'd failed to notice the small bloodstain on the crotch of your skirt. Which meant your tights looked worse. The tears just started falling uncontrollably. Enid was looking at you know, trying to calm you before the entire class realized you were crying.

"Hey, sweet girl," your boyfriend's soft voice cut through your misery. Xavier's hair was half-up half-down, making it easier to see his olive eyes. He removed his uniform jacket and gently nudged you to your feet. He tied the jacket around your waist to hide the evidence.