Parasite.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This story is in the point of view of a leech glotting about its victory against its host, but it can also be seen as a human parasite's point of view, band there are some encouraging words at the end.

Submitted: April 01, 2010

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My body is weak and shribbled; I am nothing without a host. I hunger and I'm exposed. I have no shell nor armor to protect me, so how is it that you fear me? I am nothing without you. I am only a pitiful being with no true strength of my won. It is you who quinches my hunger; it is you who gives me my strength.

I feed on your fear, it gives me my power. I feed on your blood, it fulfills mu thirst. At first, it bothered me to hurt another. I tortured muself with guilt after feeding on my first prey--I was weak then--but it tasted so sweet. I couldn't resist, so I attacked another and another until guilt eased away and the true purpose of my exsistence was revealed to me.

Your scarlet blood is a ruby to me; its taste is that of honey. Without it I die, so why shouldn't I attack you? Should Isacrifice myself so that you don't feel pain?

It is sad, that something so weak, so pitiful is feared by a stronger creation. That I am able to steal your strength and gain power as you become the weakling. But the fear I have is so blinding, isn't it? It is an alley that I have conquered and misuse as a weapon that can shatter your body and mind. That is my true strength, being able to blind you with lies.

I bleed, so I can be killed but you cannot see that can you? I have solen your eyes and made you think that you are nothing. I have abused you until you cried and screamed into the air, but I did not stop. I will not stop until you're crushed and beg me for mercy.

Do not hate me, take pride. You are the one who made me what I am. You are my strength, my power. You are the one who sustains my life. YOU ARE THE ONE WHO HAS HANDED ME THE KEYS TO YOUR LIFE! I did not take them, you handed them to me as a gift. I now have absolute power over you, and I thank you for your pitiful sacrifice.

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Isaiah 40:29 NIV

He [God] gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.

Psalm 55:22 NIV

Cast your cares on the Lord and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous fall.

Hebrews 2:18 NIV

Because he himself suffered when he was tempted, he is able to help those who are bing tempted.


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