Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26950145-20160123215229

It's the first story I post here. It was deleted, although I have no freaking clue why (yes, I did read the FAQ). If you see a reason for this, or want to give criticism, have hints or anything else, please leave a comment. So, here it goes:



 They say that parasites are comparable to a virus. You know - making you sick for their own sake, hard to get rid of and always unwelcomed. But I disagree. Which is why I am writing this - to tell you the truth. Get rid of the prejudices.

 Why, yes, I was scared at first when I saw the hole it had left, right where my bellybutton used to be. And when I felt it moving it felt uncomfortable at first, but I got used to it. I think I would even miss it if it would leave me now. After all, it doesn’t hurt me. It eats what I eat. I lost ten pounds since I got it. The boys in school have even started to take an interest in me, and it’s not just my weight - my skin got smoother, too, and I could even swear my hair gained shine. I still don’t know what it is, but I know that it is as much a part of me as I am a part of it now. When I feel it move inside of me it doesn’t scare me anymore, it feels... pleasant. And I know that I am never alone with it inside of me. And you know what? Sometimes, when I see a person on the street, I can feel the anticipation of the one inside of me. And then I know,   I just know, they have one inside of them, too.  