blood

The pain in my lower back wont stop, oh god it hurts it feels like there is something under my skin, hiding waiting to get out, it’s the blood I can feel it speaking to me, why do I feel it all the time, inside of me, running up my skin, its there all the time, its going to get me when I sleep noo I cant let it, ill go without sleep that will teach it, fucking blood you will not get me you bastard do you, hear, you can go fuck your self, of god its invaded my mind, I can feel it on my brain cells its taking the life out of me, you son of a bitch, why are you doing this to me, I never did any thing to you, STOP TOUCHING ME, STOP TOUCHING ME, STOP TOUCHING ME, im going to tell, Im going to tell and then you will be put away.

she sits there, her underwear begins to get damper, she feels something leave her, slowly the sensation, is overwelming, it crawls up her slick sweaty body, she tried to look down at it, hell she tries to do anything but it has complete control of her, powerless and abused she lets out one last primal scream and confronts it, she want too look at what ever this thing is that has so much control of her, even though by this point it has inked most of her body, she doesnt know if it is her illusion or if its real, either way she is hypnotised by it.

her arms feel heavy, like they are sinking into the sofa, like she is becoming it, her fingers and hands slip through the embroidered material, she tries to scream again, but is held in place by the blood, its terrifying, the blood has reached her neck now, ripping her clothes to shreds, her skin has become material, her nipples have become buttoons, she can almost feel her humanity slipping from her now, she doesnt know if this is a curse or a blessing any more, all she wishes for now is for it to be over, was she ever even a real person to begin with? she just realised she doesnt even have a name. she thinks she was some ones pet once, she remembers how obedient she once was, but that feeling is just a passing moment. It reaches her lips now, she can still breathe, her bones have become springs, her flesh cotton, her feet wood, it completes her now, she is no more
 "please wake up"
a familiar voice enters her head
"I'm sorry, it was ment to be a joke"
 "dude you said she would have woken up by now"
"you little bastard how could you have done that to your sister"
"dad says it was ok"
"Im going to have to give her mouth to mouth you better hope shes ok"
"oh god oh god oh god"