#itching — Public Fediverse posts

Kevin stared at me.

I put my hand on the back of my head and started scratching.

I felt relieved...

Then, a moment later, the itch returned. My face started twitching.

The itch kept growing. My arms itched, my legs itched, and most everything else itched.

I scratched myself all over.

I was starting to feel like the itching wouldn't stop.

The inside of my head started to itch...

All of my insides started to itch.

I started panicking, and fell out of my chair onto the floor. I scratched myself all over, drawing blood.

Should I call 911? asked Kevin.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUHHHHHHH I screetched.

I dove out of the window, breaking the glass, and then rolled around in the snow.

I'll... call 911... You... you stay right there! Hold on! said Kevin from inside the house.

The cold helped some. I caught a look of myself in some of the broken glass.

Glass shards were sticking out of my forehead, and streaks of blood were running down my face. My nose was all bloody.

Then the itching started coming back.

I ran...

IIIIIUUUUEEHHHIIIEEEUUHHHHH

...into the road. A car slammed on its brakes, and slid across the road sideways, and knocked me ten feet down the road.

WHAT THE FUCK?

The driver got out of her car.

bing... bing... bing... bing... bing...

Oh fuck. I'm going to jail for this, aren't I?

Cindy! I called 911... Kevin was coming outside.

Oh... Cindy...?

Jesus fucking Christ. What the fuck is this shit?

My legs were... twisted up all around my neck like a pretzel.

One of my eyes rolled around loosely and looked at Kevin from the ground.

I opened my mouth...

teeth fell onto the pavement...

Eiuhh...?

Then my eye rolled around in its socket, and that was the end.

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