Karma

A/N: This was a school assignment. I though, "why not put it on wattpad!" So yeah, I guess enjoy the read!

Dedication: Thank you ehblahshush for the awesome cover!

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I wake up startled from a nightmare. My senses slowly come to me. I hear my alarm clock beeping and reach out to my night stand and turn it off. I then sit up, yawn, and open my eyes. I get out of bed and drag my body to the bathroom. I really despise mornings. I splash some cold water on my face to freshen up. Once I finish with that, I place my hands on the sides of the sink.

Ahead of me is my reflection. My short brown hair is ready for the day, but my face isn’t. I have bags under my eyes and my skin is pale.

“I’m so tired,” I complain to myself.

I feel something crawling on my hand and turn my focus to it. There is a cockroach crawling on me. I wiggle my hand in the air back and forth until it drops on the ground. I stomp on it hearing the cracking of its twitching body striving to stay alive. These insects are so pathetic.

I face the mirror again trying to decide if I should go to school today or not. Out of nowhere, my vision starts to blur. I rub my eyes and blink a couple of times, but it’s no use. I start to feel dizzy so I lean against the bathroom door to stable myself. My legs start to feel weak. I fall down and my vision goes out.

I open my eyes. I seem to be flat on the floor. Directly in front of me I see the cockroach I had stepped on earlier today. It’s a lot larger than before. I can tell that it still has some life.

“Damn stubborn roach.”

I move my body as if to stand up and notice I am already standing. I realize there is something wrong with me.

“What’s wrong? Are you surprised?” the cockroach says.

“You can talk!” I yell back shocked and somewhat afraid.

“I always have been able to talk, you just couldn’t hear or understand me.” He coughs hard. He seems to be having trouble breathing.

“Why can I now?” I curiously ask, ignoring he is on the brink of death.

“Now? Because you are one of us. One of the roaches. One of the insects you constantly bully and kill without regret or care.”

“I’m a roach?!” I scream in terror.

“I put a spell on you. You shall now live life as a roach as to teach you a lesson.” He coughs some more. His twitching ceases. He’s dead.

I scurry to the bathroom trash. I can see myself. I am now a brownish-red roach. I have two antennas connected to my head and six legs.

“What the hell!” I shout. This is worse than my nightmare of the boogie monster chasing me, considering this is a nightmare too. I’ll wake up soon.

I crawl out of the bathroom and to the hallway of my house. The living room is gigantic. All the furniture looks like mountains.

I hear someone running. I have to hide! I don’t want to be stepped on! I dash under the book shelf. I hear barking. My dog, Baby, is trying to catch me.

“Go away Baby! It’s me, Thomas!”

Of course my dog doesn’t understand me so she just keeps trying to dig her paws under the furniture to fetch me out. Lucky for me, the shelf is about an inch off the floor so she doesn’t fit.

“Baby, come here my little girl,” I hear my sister call. Thank God. She grabs baby and that’s when I decide to make my escape. I rush towards the back doors to go outside.

I have to leave before someone kills me!

I run in fear of not wanting to die this way. I feel so helpless and pathetic. Then I got an idea.

Since speaking doesn’t work, maybe I can give a signal to my sister so she knows I’m a roach!

I dart to Baby’s food bowl in the kitchen. I hear her barking.

“Baby, calm down and stay put,” my sister says holding on to her.

Please hold on to her long enough for me to do this, I hope to myself.

I tip over her small plastic bowl. Her round solid food falls onto the ground. I ignore my craving to eat and start to move the pebbles of food to spell out “I am Thomas.”

I feel the stomping on the ground of my grandmother coming into the kitchen. I ignore her since she probably won’t see me. I put my plan in action.

I’ve spelled out so far, “I’m Tho” when crunch!

I’ve… been… stepped… on….

I look up to see my grandmother and sister looking at me in disgust.

“Yo ni lo vi!” I hear my grandmother say. I hear my sister repeat this in English, “I didn’t see it.” So apparently she stepped on me by accident. My grandmother starts to laugh and my sister too.

They think it’s funny that they killed me?

By accident or not, I’m about to die. I my body is twitching, striving to survive.

Roaches are so pathetic, I hear myself repeat in my head. I had thought that earlier when I killed the other roach.

I accept my fate instead of mourning pathetically over my death. I accept that maybe, this is one nightmare I won’t be waking up from.

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A/N: The assignment was to make a short story about a person being an insect so this is my story. Stupid, I know. Either way, leave any comments down below.