So, i was reading some dirty stuff on the internet, 3:00 am or so. I hadn't masturbated in a while so i thought, why not? I was on my period. I closed the door to my room and did it. Silently, as always.

I opened the door and headed to the bathroom, intending to wash my hands and stuff-
"Why did you close the door? Are you okay?"
My mother's concerned voice reached my ears. I could have sworn my heart stopped for a moment.

She was standing right in front of my room! She was on the way to the toilet just as i opened the door. It was dark so i could hide my blood stained hand without drawing attention to it. I gave her an awkward wave of dismissal with my clean hand and fled to the bathroom.

I did what i had to do and braced myself. I opened the door and my mother was nearby, waiting to use the batroom after me.

I had to think of an excuse while she was in there. Some kind of explaination for my odd behaviour. I looked around me looking for a clue and saw a dead insect on the floor.

That's it! With my deep-rooted fear of insects as a shield, i could say that there was something flying around and i closed the door in fright.

My mother came out of the bathroom and i told her about the insect. By some miracle, a moth had appeared. My mother dealt with it and i went back to my room.

I just sat down and stayed motionless for a good ten minutes, reflecting on my mistakes.