Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26027963-20150218010532

Tears Of Insanity

Here I am, hopelessly looking for my dearest self, and I wonder, what has happened to myself? Why when I look in the mirror, I always see my own eyes staring at me with wide, open, black eyes? Why an I always crying? I have always wondered why, I remember but, I don't like to recount it, maybe, I should tell you...

It was thirty or so years ago, I went to our local tavern, you know, the kind that you go to after a hard day of work. I tried to start some small talk with the guy next to me, "What's that your drinking?" Gesturing to the palish liquid in his cup. He only looked at me, he touched my throat, "I've touched you. It is in you. Wait five day's until it's all there. You've got it." He stated in a monotone style.

"Got What?!" I shrilled, my germaphobic self automatically reacting to the thought of getting some disease, virus or sickness, making almost everyone turn there heads to immediately look at us. "It!" He shouted in an angry voice, splashing his drink in my face, then promptly stomped out of the bar, looking extremely pissed. So I hurried out, and decided to keep a journal of my symptoms. The entries go as shown below.

Day 1: Waking up with a heavy headache, it stays with me as I go through the day, in the middle of the day I begin to have a seizure, I fall on the hard wood floor screaming with agonizing pain, then begin to shake vigorously while spitting up blood and stomach acids. My headache goes away afterwards.

Day 2: I wake up deliriously looking for my family members, then thinking that I had killed them, I ripped off three of my fingers, left pointer, right ring, and right pointer in my fake grief. It's getting hard to write. I remember now that I live alone.

Day 3: I don't even remember going to bed last night. My hands are sore. Today I have another seizure and I'm delirious the whole day. I thought I made some sausage for dinner, but I actually fed myself the very three fingers I ripped off yesterday.

Day 4: I wake up feeling crappy, and start vomiting the fingers I had eaten the night before, and then sleeping the rest of the day, sometimes waking to vomit more.

Day 5: I wake up, and the torture of today is that I remember every single thing I did in the past four, reliving all the pain and the seizures. I begin feeling my eyes start to trip tears. The man in is my head, with his angry voice, saying,"Touch someone, touch someone, touch someone...", always repeating.

Ever since I wrote this, the seizures and hallucinations have come back...

Hello, this is CrazyWords here! This is a miniature collab between me and my friend, who doent have an account currently, so he gave me permission to post it on my account! This is likely the first of many collabs. Written by: CrafterPro360 and CrazyWords 