Diamond Dust (Completed)

Diamond Dust-Chapter 22

When I was feeling better, I started home. I knew Sam would probably be looking for me, but I couldn't help what had happened today.

My head hurt--and for some reason my face did too. I ignored this, and kept walking. I wasn't yet up to running, so it took a half an hour to get home instead of the three minutes it had taken earlier.

I walked up the steps of my home, I was so happy to be there. I was looking forward to climbing into bed and forgetting the day. I was so hungry, I felt like I was going to pass out--but I couldn't eat. The door was open, just like I had left it. I knew then that Sam mustn't have been up yet. Wow, he must have been tired I thought, but then again I had almost killed the door boy. Good thing he hadn't woken up when I wasn't here.

I climbed the stairs and slowly opened Sam's door. I was correct, he was asleep. I slowly closed the door and went to my bed room. My stomach made a few more wale noises. Oh gosh I was hungry.

I walked into my bed room, noticing then that some of the photos I had taped to my mirror had fallen down. I wondered how that had happened? They had been there for the past three years.

The pictures were in a small pile on the floor, and I quickly gathered them up and started re-placing them on the mirror. Doing so, I got a small--short glance of my face in the mirror--the mirror I hadn't seen myself in in years.

My face was--different then before. I tilted my head, seeing my cheek. There was a reason it was hurting.

"Oh fuck!" I screamed. This was the only thing that could have made this day worse. The zit that I had had a few days ago wasn't just a zit, it had spread across my whole face--but it didn't look like zits--it looked like--like--like--rot. I had seen it before on closed coffin funerals that my "mother" had done in the past. Funerals in which the body had died a week prior.

It was black, and small holes could be seen that seemed to go right through to my teeth.

How could I be healing supper fast one minute--and rotting the next?

"God help me!" I screamed, pushing my markup from the table in front of me to the floor. I was freaking out--I pulled posters off the walls.

Sam must have herd me because within a few moments he was at my door.

"What's wrong?" He asked, I looked at him. Oh my gosh. Sam had the same problem as me--except his rot was covering his neck--the spot where I had bitten him. His eyes widened, "oh."

"oh?" I said, "is that all you have to say?"

"What happened?" He asked, he looked horrified.

"You should look at your neck..." I said, pointing at the back holes. It was then I felt movement on my face. Maggots. Maggots were crawling in and out of my face. Sam had the same problem, but he didn't have the maggots from what I could see.

"Oh fuck!" He screamed, "oh my God! Oh my God! Oh fuck! What the fuck is this!" He was going into hysterics, and I couldn't blame him.

"I have got some stuff I have got to tell you." I said slowly, he looked at me like a puppy dog.

"What?" he said, his voice high pitched.