It hurt. A lot. At first, it was just a cramp. That's what everyone thought it was. But now as Sora lay in her bed at four in the morning, she was fairly sure it wasn't just a cramp. It was dangerous, and it was threatening. She needed help.
She gasped as a wave of pain engulfed her. She couldn't stand living like this. Curled up in a ball every night, whimpering, and trying not to make to much noise as to alert her parents of what was going on.
Everything was just so perfect. Her mother and father had enrolled Sora in a private academy, and she had plenty friends there. Four of which were close family friends.
There was Misa and Akira. They were twins, and were Tadase and Yaya's children. Close friends of Sora's parents. Misa and Akira shared the same features; blonde hair, small faces, and short figures. They were both very childish, and Misa liked to believe she was in charge of everything. Akira was content just to be her loyal servant. He was very timid and shy, and incredibly modest despite his talents, such as piano playing and math. Misa had a high and mighty demeanor, but was really childish like her brother inside. Sora loved them to bits.
Nagehiko Fujisaki and Rima Mashiro's little girl, Himeka, was a year older than Sora, who was the youngest. She had her father's silky black hair, her mother's curls, and her mother's poise and beauty. She liked to make tea, and cook, which Sora enjoy immensely so, since Himeka came over to her house nearly every day along with her other friends. Himeka was very polite at all times, but really was the scariest and most evil girl Sora had ever met. She had learned to get used to the girl's manipulative ways a long time ago, but Himeka still spooked her with her sickly sweet voice, holding a threat that is most likely illegal.
Then, there was Kain. He was the son of Utau and Kukai Soma. Her cousin. He had this weird aura to him, as if he just wanted to be left alone. Utau said it was just genes, since Utau and Ikuto acted in this manor around new people, but he never seemed to get used to Sora. She never talked to him up until a few months ago, since he had been studying in France. He was going to take up a job as an architect. He had Utau's blonde hair, but seemed to grow it out a bit longer so he could hide his eyes when he was nervous or annoyed. Sora could tell he just wanted to be like his father, out-going and sporty, but he just wasn't into it.
And very sarcastic. But Sora still loved him like she did her mother and father.
Sora couldn't afford to worry them over a little cramp. Everything was going smoothly, and they weren't going to worry. But suddenly, another 'cramp' came and made Sora scream at the top of her lungs, her vision dancing with black spots.
Well, crap.