Depressing One Shots

don't touch that

"Don't touch that!"

Too late.

I'm sorry.

It crawled up my arm.

Seeping into my blood.

I could feel it affecting my system.

I felt myself shutting down.

She knelt down to help me up.

But I wouldn't let her touch me for fear of it infecting her too.

"I tried to tell you" she cried. "It will control you and you won't have a choice"

"That's why you have to get out, Now."

"No! I won't leave you."

"You have to. I love you."

And then she ran away crying, knowing that soon he was a problem that she was going to have to deal with no matter how much she didn't want to.