Warning okk not really nice story

so basically I started when I was 11 nearly 12(I’m 14 now) and I woke up on a Sunday morning and there was blood in my bed so I went the toilet and I didn’t know what to do, i knew what towels looked like so I just put some tissue down on my underwear and went down to the living room and sat quietly, about 15 minuets later my mum came down to me and said have you started, I nodded my head a bit because I was still in primary school plus I didn’t know what to do, it was scary, so my mum took me upstairs got me new pyjamas, underwear and got me one of her towels to borrow, but in the night I started to get severe pains in my back, I couldn't walk or anything, next thing you know I was shaking like it was snowing but I was literally on fire, I kept throwing up and stuff and I still do now, its scary but i’m used to getting ill like this now.