Going To Pieces

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


A new experience in body horror!

Submitted: March 22, 2018

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Going To Pieces 

 

As I tear off my lips and throw them into the sink with a bloody splat. I just have to think to myself, how did this happen? When did I get this nasty disease? (Looking at himself in medicine cabinet mirror in the bathroom) I hardly have a face left. No lips or teeth, my gums raw, exposed with red plasma seeping out of the cavities where my teeth once were. I can't even blink I have no eye lids left.  I have to constantly put eye drops in. I'm slowly rotting away, and it hurts. The pain shoots through my head like electro shock. Hole in my cheek exposing muscle and bone. No tongue, I swallowed that in my sleep. Why is it only effecting my face and head? My hair is falling out, I drool everywhere, constantly slurping gore saliva back into my mouth cavity, cause that's all it is now, a hole in my face from which I breathe. (He goes to itch his nose and it falls off and spirals down the sink, but before he can snatch it up it shoots down the drain to never be seen again. You can see the desperation on his face melt alway when he realizes it's gone, even though he has hardly a face left)  I'm rotting from the inside out, a freak of nature, a face a mother couldn't love, a disgrace... Flesh missing from my face and head, exposing the skull. (He begins to build up a slimy, sludgy, mucous filled cough that ends with him hacking up blood mixed with chunks of his esophagus lining, and very small pieces of brain matter. He suddenly goes into a seizure falling straight to the floor and convulsively twitches and bends in ways not meant for the human body, biting down on his gums so hard that the irritated unprotected flesh begins to bleed profusely and they turn and grayish white from being drained causing him to choke on his own blood. The seizure stops as he vomits up all the gory puke all over the baby blue tile floor. He slowly composes himself after lying face down in his own bodily fluids trying to catch his breath and gets up. Soaked in his own rotten smelling bile he stands in front of the mirror once again. He covers his face with his hands and begins to cry. The salty tears burn his open wounds. He pulls his hands away from his face as the rest of the flesh left on his ugly mug sticks to his palms, ripping it from the bone. He lets out a blood curdling yell of pain, misery, and despair. It's bad enough having to go through this but it's even worse having to tell your own five year old son he is going to go through the same thing. He hears a scream from the other room. It's his son! he quickly runs into his sons room and to find him holding up his own two bloody baby blue colored eyeballs to his father, hysterically screeching and crying "Daddy! Daddy! Am I going to die like mommy?!  

 

 

 


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