Maggots under my skin, worms crawling through my body—they are all hidden from the naked eye; they are all waiting to grow while feeding on me. They grow and grow to break free and live.
WON'T YOU SAVE THEM, KENNY?
AREN'T THEY INNOCENT?
FEED THEM, KENNY, FEED THEM!
LET THEM LIVE, LET THEM LIVE!
I KNOW they are there; my dazed mind could FEEL them, and so I instantly put my hand to my neck before I even opened my eyes.
I scratched my neck, having a feeling that I could sense the bumps under my skin, and just with a bit of scratching, just after penetrating the skin, I could pull them out TO GET THEM OUT OF MY BODY.
Just a bit more—oh, there is blood already—no, never mind, just a bit more, just a bit more!
Light flickered inside the room I was lying in, and it was SO FUCKING ANNOYING that I finally snapped my eyes open.
I was lying in a dark room inside an old hospital with walls so dilapidated, old, and broken that I knew then that this was not reality.
Not my reality.
