worms #3

worms #3“inside me”

story & words:Brian John Mitchellartwork:Kimberlee Traub

Previously our girl sawher father murdered &escaped from theculprits only to betrapped in an institutionconducting bizarremedical experiments.Now on with thestory....

I wake up tied uptighter than before.

Even my head is tieddown.

I can feel a burning inmy left arm.

It’s an IV.

I can see the IV bag &it’s filled with worms.

I start to struggle.

The IV in my arm startsto burn more.

In the IV bag theworms are movinglike a storm.

One of the skinnyones gets in the tubeheaded for my arm.

It hurts like lightningcoming in me.

It hurts too much toscream.

I can feel it crawlinginside me.

Writhing up throughmy arm.

When it reaches myheart…

…I go into seizures.

My body feels like it’smade out of rubber.

When the shakingstops I’m out of myrestraints.

I hang my head overthe side of the bed…

…& throw up.

It’s mainly blood…

…but the worm’s theretoo…

…still writhing.

I step on it…

…& grind it into thefloor.

When I stand up I feeldisoriented.

I feel like I’ve gottentaller.

My fingers even looklonger.

How long have I beenout?

& how many of thoseworms are inside me?

I gotta get out of here.

The door’s locked.

I grab the top half ofthe IV pole...

...& I use it to knockthe doorknob off thisside.

Then I jab it through toknock out the entiremechanism.

Outside it’s the sameendless hallway asbefore.

At least this time I havesomething to use as aweapon.

I hear a sound likewater dripping.

It’s me.

Where the IV was I’mbleeding out slow &steady…

…dripping to thelinoleum floor.

I’m staring at thegrowing puddle…

…when I hear a voice.

“Sweetie, it’s reallynot safe for you to beup & about like this.”

She pulls the pole outof my hand before Ican even think toswing it.

“Let me fix up yourarm & get you back tobed.”

Her voice hypnotizesme; I can’t resist it.

There’s only her sweetvoice, nothing’s wrongwith the world.

to be continued...

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