Chapter 5 - Michaela's Story
November 2, 1997 - Tulsa, Oklahoma

The sky was clear and the sun was shining. I was frolicking through the emerald green meadows, sniffing flowers and picking fruit. My long blonde hair was spread out behind me like some beautiful sheath. And on the other side of the meadow was - Leonardo DiCaprio. He was running towards me. I started to run faster but then - blood started spurting up out of the ground. I tried to run to the safety of Leonardo's arms but I couldn't, the blood was pouring at me from every direction. "Michaela! Michaela!" Leonardo was calling me. "I'm coming darling!" I called back. "Michaela! Michaela!" I was shaking....
"Michaela! Michaela!" Tweedle-Tay called.
I opened my eyes. "Tweedle-Tay?" I asked. "What are you doing here?"
"Who were you expecting?" he asked. "We're the only ones up here."
"Never mind," I said. The dream had ended but the feeling of blood had not. "Shit!" I screamed, jumping out of bed and running into the en suite. I slammed the door shut behind me and sat down on the toilet. 'Shit!" I screamed again. I had my period. My underwear, with its pretty little flowers and bows, was ruined. I started to tear toilet paper off the roll, trying to make a pad.
Tweedle-Tay opened the door. "Michaela?" he asked. "What's wrong?"

I quickly slammed my legs together. "Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out now!"
Tweedle-Tay shut the door and left. I fixed myself up and walked back out into the attic.
"What happened Michaela?" Tay asked. "Why are you so postal?"
"Nothing happened," I replied.
"Obviously something did happen or else you wouldn't have screamed like that. Speaking of which, you really should try to be a little quieter. What if Dad hears us? He'll know we're in the attic."
"Sorry. Look, I have my period, okay, and I don't have any protection. I didn't think we'd be up here for that long so I didn't bring any," I explained, speaking so quickly that my words were almost unintelligible.
"Oh my god! What are we going to do? That attic is going to be flooded. We're both going to die!" Tweedle-Tay was in a panic.
I looked at him blankly. "What on earth are you talking about Tweedle-Tay?"
"Your blood is going to fill this whole room up and we'll drown in it."
"For goodness sake, I'm not surfing a tidal wave. I won't even loose enough blood to soak my bed sheets. I just hope our mother gets up here soon so she can give us some protection," I sighed.
"Okay," Tay looked relieved.
"So, what are we going to do today?" I asked him.
"Don't know, perhaps we could play 'Trouble'?"
"Okay," I said, trying my hardest to look enthusiastic, as Tweedle- Tay set up yet another board game.