"The first time my hand changed, it fucking hurt to say the least. The parasite hadn't let given me the decency of numbing the pain involved, and I just...screamed. Screamed in agony, in pain, in anguish. My parents tried their best to help me get through it; after all, it wasn't like we could afford proper medicine. Blades of metallic bone burst from my skin, and seemingly erupted forth from my body. At first, the shapes were nonsensical, almost as if a damn tree was bursting out of my arm. I remember thinking in a painful daze about how it looked like some kind of disgusting vegetable my parents would have made me eat for my health if we weren't stuck in the damn sticks.
Then...I passed out. I don't remember much else about it, just the sight of my blood oozing from the fleshy slab that was once my arm. However, when I woke up, I saw what happened. Dad...he tried to comfort me the whole time. He held me. Cradled me as my Mom lay collapsed in the corner of the room, shocked at the sight of what was happening to me.
There was blood everywhere; all over my body. Much more than what should have been in my 8 year old body. The gravity of what had happened...well, from then on. I told myself I'd keep this thing under control. This couldn't happen again. I wouldn't let it happen again. Even as my Mom tried to convince me it wasn't my fault..."Art by
Lukiri
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