The older woman watched her younger self in a bit of confusion, most memories of hers that she had witnessed (if not all) had been deep and important points in her life in some way or another but right now she was just watching herself sleeping—not realizing what this was until her younger self woke up.
Amelia was curled up in a ball in her bed- the young personification crying her eyes out. Her lower stomach was in horrible pain and when she had woken up there was blood on her nightgown, her undergarments, and all over the bed sheets.
Not understanding what was happening she screamed when she saw the red mess- motioning frantically when her brother ran in, "Amelia? What's wrong?" seeing the blood all over her bed he ran over, "What happened? Where are you bleeding from?"
Sobbing from the sharp pain, "I don't know- I woke up- and there's blood everywhere- and my stomach really hurts- and Mattie I don't feel good-" confused, scared, and hysterical she hugged her pillow and cried- not having the slightest clue as to what was going on.
The physically thirteen year old boy ran to go get his fathers from the market- Arthur was home for the first time in several weeks, and Francis had come to visit also. Dragging both men back- speaking frantically in French as to what was going on, extremely afraid of his sister being in real danger.
Arthur burst into the room, saw the scene and put all of Amelia's symptoms together. Paling considerably at the sight of her, "No… You're just a little girl… this is much to soon…" seeing her look up at him with confused eyes he tried to put together the reason why she was bleeding so much together but unable to do so. It may have been over one hundred years since he adopted her but she was still too young for this to happen.
Francis looked at Arthur, "You haven't told them about this yet? " sighing and sitting on the bed, pulling the now young woman into his lap and comforting her, realizing that the other personification was a bit too upset to do so.
"Of course I haven't bloody told them yet! They're only what- physically twelve? That's much to young to learn about those things! They're children!" not realizing the strange looks he was getting from both of the children. Looking a bit distressed, "They can't be growing up this fast…. they were just toddlers only yesterday…"
Francis sighed, "You go take Matthew to the living room and explain what's going on to him- I'll handle Amelia yes?" Seeing Matthew and Arthur go to the living room he smiled down at the girl in his lap- gently explaining what was going on and how things were changing in her body. Explaining how to take care of her during these times of the month and what to expect. Leaving so she could get cleaned up and changed, taking her downstairs and making her a cup of the raspberry tea she and her brother enjoyed so much.
Whimpering as she drank it- still in pain and very embarrassed as to what was going on. Not looking any of the men in the room in the eyes until her brother hugged her before sitting down at the table next to her, "We can play inside this week if you'd like… I'm sure there's lots of things we can do." smiling at her happily, ruffling her hair until she laughed, all he wanted was for her to feel better. He really didn't understand what she was going through in full (Arthur had been a bit awkward in explaining it—but from what he had gathered his older sister had started bleeding from between her legs and that meant that she could have children now? He would need to ask Francis about this later for a better explanation.)
Amelia's older self watched with a bit of interest the exchanges between the four that followed. Wondering if anyone knew what was going to happen in just a few years. It was about 1740, in less than forty years she would Declare Independence and all of this would change. She would have to fight against her brother and her father—leaning on Francis, Gilbert and Antonio to win a war to be free from English rule.
She wasn't looking forward to watching that.