The Thing On My Back
By: Lilmonkey13
Walking down the street you would see nothing wrong with me. From the outside I am fine. Inside? I'm much much different.
I have something wrong with me. Everday I lose more and more of myself. Something is eating away at me. I do not know what.
It has been a few days. I can not remember my own name. Maybe I am just going insane.
It has been a few weeks. I know I am not insane. There is a bludge on my back. It pulses on its own heart beat. The thing has taken my memories, and slowly I think my life.
I think I had a family. A husband, two children, pets, and a home. The nurses show me photos trying to get me to remember. I do not recall these people and places.
It is my last day here. The nurses do not come. The bring no food. The thing on my back is beging to eat my insides. I scream and howel and they will not do a thing.
I know they are going to kill me tonight. I am strapped to a table with a needle in my arm. Men and women stare at me from behind a glass wall. They stare and one of the men is crying. He waves to me, it is the man from the photos. I try to wave back but the straps keep my arm down. The thing shows me him though.
The thing on my back, it shows me this man. The thing on my back shows me the memory of the man putting it on my back. The man says, "Nothing will happen, I promise." The nurse come in and starts the machine.
The world goes dark and the last thing I see is the man behind the glass smile.
