Normally I wake up with the sun shining bright into my room - mainly because I forget to close the curtains, however, this morning was different. My eyes snap open when I hear a cry. Thinking it's my one year old, Dylan offers to go and quiet her down. He leaves the room but comes back shortly after. "Whats wrong?" I question as i get up from the bed.
"It's not Belle. She is still sleeping. It's Lilly and when I tried to go talk to her she wouldn't let up. She wants you." He tells me as he goes back under the covers.
I make my out of the room, ready to go into her room, when I notice the cry is coming from the bathroom. I knock on the door. "Yeah." Says a sniffle voice.
"Honey, it's me. What's wrong?" I ask, my voice gentle. She opens the door slightly and then pulls my arm in before closing the door. The tears on my twelve year old worries me even more.
"I'm bleeding." That only heightens my worried and my eyes wonder around her face to her body but I don't see anything.