…. …. .. I had the urge again… 

Some context.

After I wrote the last… page I put away the book and honestly just forgot about it… 

Days passed.

I was all good.

Weeks passed.

Then.

My fingers itched.

It was so bad. Maybe I was just bitten by a nasty insect. It was spring after all.

But then, after a few more days after that.

It hurt… too much.

It felt like ants were eating away at them! Melting them down slowly and tearing away at my flesh!

WHY!

I screamed in agony, but no one was around. I lived alone after all.

Then, the unexpected expected surprise happened.

My sister came down, but I tried to hide the pain.

I’m her brother after all, I got to hide that shit. I can’t make her worried.

And if I must stay, I did a fantastic job of that. 

But after she left I screamed. The pain started to inflate both my hands and my nerves felt like they were being twisted by I don’t know something sharp! 

…

Which led me to write this…

I need to sleep…