I slid down the wall, clutching at my stomach, nails digging in and only causing more pain as blood sparked. I grunted as I fell over onto my side, the ache in my bones becoming more and more ache-y. Amy shouted, “Shit! Shit shit shit! Shit!” Then she ran to the window, leaned out and yelled, no, screamed, “MACK! JASON! HURRY GET YOUR ASSES UP HERE!” Then she ran back to me. Sweat and blood was pouring down my face, all over my body as I whimpered. My eyes started to roll and I only caught glimpses of my hair turning stiff and falling out…

And then my fingernails, my gloriously long fingernails, they, too, popped out. Blood splattered the dark hardwood flooring, pristine white teeth clattering to the floor as I shuddered and more blood and sweat and tears fell everywhere. I was just a mess. I started to scream, and that scream turned to a moan of pain. My throat started burning— all of me felt like I was slowly being burned. Tiny pricks of pain, like tiny needles jabbing in, blood sprouting. More pain…