!em3oEn8LAg 05/09/10(Sun)00:17 No.9700611|
You hug your knees, pinching your eyes shut as you wait an eternity for the footsteps to leave. Soon all you can hear is a high-pitched whine and the blinding pain in your head.
In a moment of clarity, you realize you are the source of the whining sound as your fingers dance across your scalp, helpless to allieve the agony.
The footsteps move swiftly over to the door, and you see the form of a white-coated man appear in the window. He pulls the handle, pushing inwards and speaking angry words you can't make out. Everything seems so blurry....
Your blood erupts from around your eyes, moaning to itself, "No, i'm not ready yet..." You claw at your skin as you feel the uncomfortable heat your blood generates when it gets excited.
Your blood tries its best, but in the end it's always the same. When you can see again, raise your fingers to nurse at the sizzling burnt flesh around your eyes, surveying the wide swathes of flesh removed from the doctor. You think you can remember this doctor from one of your needle sessions. Thirty-seven needle sessions. You wonder if that ever produced any meaningful data.
Your blood is hidden somewhere under your skin, cursing at itself and weeping itself slowly larger. You wish you could be rid of it's self-loathing and outbursts.
You realize your blood might be insane.