The First Time Hurts the Most

Laying in bed, laying in the dark, in the cold. I don't know they're coming for me yet, I hear them breathing but believe it's the wind. Their harsh breathe beating against my floor sounds like the wind tearing at the exterior of my home, it's really so cruel how similar they sound.

They move.

I can't see them because of the density of the shadows but I've become aware and paranoid now. They know that my heart is beating faster and that's exactly what they want. They scurry about, making scratching sounds to distract my attention as they move in. I reach to my lamp to turn it on and panic as the darkness remains.

They're coming for me.

I try to find the cord to my lamp; it's unplugged! I rummage around my bed for my flashlight; they're laughing at me now. They've gotten louder, they're closer to me then then I could've ever guessed. I end up kicking something hard in my blanket and I feel my heart stop, it doesn't move and I realize.. It's the flashlight!

The joy is short lived, it's breathing down my neck now. I whip around and turn on the light just to see a disfigured face, wet and glistening, white teeth curled into an evil, evil smile.

I open my mouth to scream and it shoves it claws into my chest with such force that I cannot even breathe, I cry in pain but not loud enough for anyone to hear. The flashlight in on my bed, the creature is prying me open.

"The first time hurts the most.." It breathes out to me lowly as it crawls inside..

It's inside me..

The scars are invisible, and no one believes me story...

I know they're there though...

They're living inside me and one by one..

They're going to keep coming...