Desperate, I turned to the internet. I spent late nights reading articles and forums about possible explanations for what I’d seen. Was it a health issue? Could Emily have a medical condition she was too embarrassed or afraid to disclose? Or was this evidence of something more sinister? The more I read, the more horrifying the possibilities became, yet none seemed to fit neatly with the Emily I thought I knew.
My anxiety reached a boiling point one evening when Michael and Emily came over for dinner. As we sat around the table, the tension invisible to everyone else was palpable to me. Halfway through the meal, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to know.
“Michael, Emily,” I began, hesitantly choosing my words. “I hope you don’t mind, but I noticed something unusual and… I just have to ask.” Both of them paused, forks halfway to their mouths, their expressions curious yet unsuspecting. “Emily, is everything alright? I mean really alright?”
Emily’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of recognition that quickly vanished. She glanced at Michael, whose face was now painted with concern. “Of course, Mom. Why do you ask?”
With a deep breath, I continued. “It’s just that… I noticed the sheets, Emily. The blood.”
Emily’s face turned ashen, and she lowered her eyes, her hands trembling slightly. Michael looked between us, confused and worried. “Blood? Emily, what’s going on?”
Tears welled in Emily’s eyes, and the room fell silent. Finally, in a voice barely above a whisper, she spoke. “I should have told you sooner. I was just so scared…”
Her confession unraveled a story none of us expected. Emily had been suffering from severe night terrors, a condition she had hidden for years. During these episodes, she would unknowingly scratch at her arms, leaving trails of blood. She had been too ashamed to admit it, fearing judgment, wanting to maintain the image of perfection everyone had of her.
Relief washed over me as the truth came to light. It wasn’t easy for Emily to share her burden, and it wasn’t easy for us to hear it. But we were family, and now that the secret was out, we could support her, help her, and most importantly, ensure she never felt alone again.