The Parasite

 I don't know how it happened, but I know it's real. There is something inside me, something alive and hungry. It started with a slight itch on my left leg, a few weeks ago. I thought it was just a mosquito bite or an allergic reaction, but it didn't go away. It got worse, much worse.

The itch turned into a burning sensation, like someone was stabbing me with a hot needle. I scratched and scratched, but it only made it worse. I saw blood on my fingernails, and then I saw something else. Something black and wriggling, under my skin.

I panicked and ran to the bathroom, hoping to wash it off or squeeze it out. But it was too deep, too fast. It moved along my veins, like a parasite. I felt it in my thigh, then my hip, then my stomach. It was spreading, taking over me.

I screamed and called for help, but no one came. I live alone, in a small apartment in the city. No one cares about me, no one knows me. I'm just another face in the crowd, another statistic. And now I'm dying, alone and afraid.

I don't know what it is, or what it wants. Maybe it's an alien, or a mutant, or a curse. Maybe it's a punishment for something I did, or didn't do. Maybe it's just random, bad luck. But I know it's not going to stop, until it consumes me completely.

I can feel it in my chest now, in my heart. It's beating faster than mine, like a drum. It's making me dizzy and nauseous. I can barely breathe, barely think. I can only feel pain, and fear.

I'm writing this as a warning, as a plea. If you find this, please help me. Please find a way to kill it, to save me. Or at least, to end my suffering. Please don't let me die like this, please don't let me become its host.

Please hurry, before it reaches my brain.