Anneza could feel gravity exert a lot more influence on her then normal- but that could just be her imagination. She was back in her parents rustic house, hovering from room to room. This pain was horrible. It was the worst pain she had ever felt. The space girl couldn't even bare the indignity of going to a store. She had hunted the house and found a packet of sanitary pads thankfully, and even if she didn't have any instruction they were not exactly hard to figure out. It was still... well... she didn't want to think of just how sickening it was.
She tossed and turned like a goldfish in the living room. Her parents had occasionally glanced at her, and she gave back an expression of pain, anger, or just trying to feign tiredness. She had a suspicion her mother knew exactly what was wrong with her, but besides an occasional touch of support there was little she could do. She wasn't sure if she should even take medicine. There was no way to know what pills would do to her alien biology.
She clutched her legs around her arms floating in the air, at another intense pain. "Tasi tasi tasi!" the girl said burrowing her head in her knees. She couldn't take this pain any more! She begged it to stop.
Please just stop, I'm sorry for everything I did, Please stop please stop please- but the pain did not stop. Curiously enough she was having an easier time with the pain in the depths of space then in a planetary body. Or maybe she had underestimated how long this thing was supposed to last. She never really paid any attention to what females had to go through, and she couldn't look up anything due to her language barrier. Anneza was on her own in this as always. (there was no way she would ask anyone to translate that for her)
The space girl glanced at her mother who was... spending the time knitting calmly on the sofa. She occasionally gave a concerned look, but seemed quite content. How the hell can she just knit at a time like this! "Mari al kartaria ta chaskry!" she shouted.
"It doesn't do well to swear dear," sighed her mother glancing at her again cautiously. She was doing her best to keep a casual eye on her, but her 'daughter' was clearly getting more then a little unhinged.
Anneza was close to tearing her own hair as she floated to the corner of the room, the pain in her abdomen continued. Despite it all (or rather in spite of it), she refused to cry any more. She was not going to allow a single tear. If she was going to ever be a man again, she would never be a man to admit she couldn't handle this- the pain made knots in her stomach- damn it she wanted out of this body! Out!
I'm sorry I'm sorry She whispered again. This wasn't normal.. it couldn't be normal! "Chaskry chaskry!" She turned widely arcing her body in mid air to about 30 degrees, nearly bumping her head onto a shelf.
Her mother touched her shoulder. "It's okay Andrew... I... I know it hurts," she said softly. What could she say? She was in some ways glad she had a son who didn't have to go through this, though now that had changed this was part of that change. Still, she was a little worried. The way Andrew was acting, she was worried something was actually wrong. However she had heard that the sun-bodies were always very healthy despite the occasionally alien biology. So the pain Anneza was going through was normal for any girl... but try telling her that.
Anneza couldn't even bare the touch of her mother as she just flew to yet another corner of the living room, to endure the pain as best she could. She banged her hand on the wall, but all it did was push her body away on the impact. She balled her hands into angry fists as that was the only thing she could do now.
Her mother sighed. Anneza was acting like a child, and she wasn't really sure what to do. She saw her husband enter the room at this point, putting a newspaper aside. He glanced in concern not sure what he just walked into.
"Dear- try to be careful with Andrew, she's... a little angsty today."
Anneza stared at her mother. Damn it! Did she just tell her father what was happening to her? She had no right! "Tara ika marta MEILIT!" she said snarling crossing her arms in an attempt to be defiant.
Her father blinked. "Oh- so I see. Is this because of the suggestion she get a job?" Their daughter had been with them for a week, and all she did was watch the news, which was generally passive except whenever the three tailed fox appeared. Then she would go on a barrage of insults, of which her mother had learned quite a few of them in the alien language. If Anneza wasn't watching TV she was eating what foods she craved (sunflower seeds now) or float around the room. It was not healthy, and they wanted to give Anneza more help.
"I- I don't think I got that through to her," said her mother. The language barrier was very difficult, but she was trying to learn Anneza's language rather then have her learn English. She felt she was making some progress on nouns, but even something this basic changed on circumstance. For instance, when she tried to say 'bowl' it depended on if she was talking about breakfast or lunch, what food would be put in it, and if she was in the kitchen or sitting room at the time, as well as the situation the word was being used in.
It was a nightmare to decipher, yet there was a logic to it. Her mother was certain of that.
Anneza glanced between the two of them. Were they talking about her as if she were not even here now?! "Kalari!" she shouted- then winced. She felt a feeling as if she was about to throw up. She floated to the bathroom, anxious to just get it out and hoping that if she did it would make her feel a bit better. She locked the door spending several minutes with her head floating over the toilet. However nothing happened, she was just feeling so nauseous!
While she was in the bathroom, her two parents talked. "I hope she wasn't upset by the suggestion," said Anneza's father. "I just thought it would make her feel better."
"I don't know. It might, but she seems to be just doing things for the sake of it. She's just... riding things out." Who could blame her though?
"I see.?" said Annez'a father thinking calmly. "And her house?"
"Sold. There's no way we can afford to buy it for her. Fortunately, there is no debt now from the sale. Otherwise we would be in a more dire situation." She said 'we' because... Anneza was family. Even if she was the only one suffering this.
"She can get another job though. I'm sure."
His wife shook her head. "It's a little more serious love. Our son... has lost all his dreams. I can see so much hopelessness in her eyes. She has no ambition any more, and feels in that body he can't accomplish anything."
"Oh that's nonsense. I've seen people in far worse shape accomplish great things. She isn't disabled at all. It... is probably going to be a challenge" Admitted her father. Maybe he was being too hopeful. "Poor Andrew. I mean- there is always street sweeping you know? I did that." He had no shame doing it either. It didn't take much skill, and he met some really nice people doing it. In fact that was how he then went on to having a simple market stall, by those contacts.
"Andrew's got too much pride to work with a broom I think," she said sighing again. "Still, without basic language, I don't know what to encourage her in." She idly thought if Anneza could be a model, but her body was not quite what modellers wanted. She was certainly quite pretty to her mother's eyes though.
The two paused at the sound of anguished crying from the bathroom.
"is.. she okay?" Asked her father growing more concerned.
The elder woman nodded. "A- yes. She's fine."
"... you sure?"
"Positive. She'll... she'll be fine," she said with a sigh. She picked up the newspaper and started to look through the adverts. She'll find something for her daughter, she was certain.
