On a beach, just off the shore of a forest in Delaware a dirt blonde teenager laid on the ground, curled into a human ball, tensely grabbing his dismembered left arm. He closed his eyes as tears ran down his cheeks as well as blood from his forehead. This is where it all started. How in one second, my life became something terrible. But also, something beautiful.

Two months earlier in New York

A child, roughly 15 years old, slept on the couch in an urban house listening to music with his headphones in the night. He was completely oblivious to what was about to happen.

A small egg like vessel sat over the roof of the urban house peacefully in the night wind. But suddenly, a worm like creature busted out and hit the cold tiles of the complex. Moving as though it was a slug, it slowly came to an opened window moved in.

The worm creature quickly moved towards the child and tried to find a past the headphones, no use. He was on a time limit and had to find a way to enter the body. He went to the lip and found an opening, a direct way to the brain was perfect. The worm creature wiggled it's way through the nostril but was shot out in half the time it took to get in, making it wake up the boy.

The 15 year old quickly rolled off the couch to get up and see the creature was gone. He then heard a sound, 'click' went his keyboard and as he looked he saw the small creature that then lung towards him drilling into his left hand and upwards.

The child quickly grabbed the cords from his headphones and wrapped them around his left arm tightly sealing the worm from going any further but stopping his bloodstream from pumping into his hand.

Suddenly the door quickly opened. It was the child's young mother and bearded father who rushed to him, assuming he went slightly insane.

"Help me..." the dirt blond child said grunting with wire in his mouth.

"Alan!" the mother said to her child in worried tone. "Alan please, what's wrong?"

"Some type of worm!" the young male responded "a worm is in my arm!"

The father sighed and shook his head looking down to his son's level "Alan Kendrick, you better not be on drugs." he said in a firm but mellow voice.

Alan then stopped shaking his head and spitting the cord out his mouth, "No, never. Something just crawled into my hand."

"Well then let's see the hole." his father mocked him. Alan raised his left hand, the hand that had been penetrated, but there was no hole. Almost as if nothing happened.

The mother only smiled at her little boy's antics. "Honey, you really shouldn't be up so late working. You already have one of the highest grades in your class. No reason to stress out."

The dirt blonde just sighed looking at his left hand "But it felt so real."

The parents then walked to the door and opened ready to leave. "Are you okay for the rest of the night? Do you need that teddy bear Nor again" the father only mocked and shut the door leaving his son to fall asleep once more.

The next morning Alan rolled on the couch in his light sleep at 6:25 in the morning. He heard a light, struggle voice in his thoughts then "I have failed. That...that is unfortunate."

"What's unfortunate?" the young dirt blonde asked himself.

"Quiet human!" was the voice's only response, causing Alan to tumble off the couch and quickly looking around, making him feel like he lost his own mind, which would have been the case last night.

Alan walked downstairs meeting his parents in the kitchen. He sat across from his father who was reading from the newspapers and smiled at his mother making three bacon-egg breakfast sandwiches. Alan only stared at his food plain in the eye until his mother raised the question.

"Are you okay Alan honey?" the mother asked her son.

Alan only shook his head "Mom I'm fine. Just because I had one mental breakdown it doesn't mean I'm going crazy. Honestly you were too much?"

"Well I'm your mother, it is my job." his mother retorted.

Only a small laugh came from the father "That's my job too." was his only remark, for a man who is always serious, yet so jokingly kind and gentle.

"Okay. I think I should go to school before I'm late." Alan stated getting up and to the door grabbing his bag before turning back to face his parents.

"But you haven't eaten at all." the mother said looking worried as all mothers do in this situation "You have to eat your protein and nutrients everyday."

"It's okay mom." he replied smiling "What's one missed breakfast gonna do to me?"

Alan walked down the street to his school down the street, however he stopped in slight frustration. Apparently it was Saturday morning and he didn't have to get out of bed today. He sighed and in that moment his left hand jerked upward catching feminine hand that attempted to karate chop him.

The young dirt blonde turned to see a black and red haired 14 year old girl smile at him.

"Hi Alan!" the young girl greeted her friend with a smile.

"Hey Alex." Alan replied tiredly.

"Um Alan?" the black and haired girl asked in a light mocking tone "You know it's Saturday right? School is closed."

The dirt blonde sighed slamming his hand against his face "I do now. Thank for reminding me Little Red Ridinghood." he chuckled as Alex started to blush.

"You said you would never mention that again!" Alex shouted making Alan quietly laugh. It was less than 10 years ago when Alex had to play in the position of Little Red Ridinghood when the main role was sick. It was so embarrassing and oh how she wished she could forget.

They walked together down the street chatting to each other, but then Alan stopped grabbing Alex by the wrist to let a car pass. A ball bounced to them along with a running girl and in that instant, the dirt blonde was holding the child in his right arm and being pushed by the car with his left to a stop. When Alan opened his eyes he saw tendrils and metal wrapped around his hand, which disappeared in seconds.

"Alan!" Alex screamed sprinting as fast as possible to her friend surprised at what had happen. "Alan...are you okay?" but Alan only collapsed to the ground shaking. Suddenly he got up and ran as fast as he could all the way home.

Alan's mother sat in her chair reading 'the Red Kayak' until hearing a the slam of the door and footsteps up the stairs quickly. "Huh. That's odd. He usually finds out it's Saturday by one o'clock."

Alan slammed his bedroom door breathing heavily on the wall. What just happened? He was able to stop a car? With his bare hands?

Without hesitation he moved to his desk and grabbed a letter opener raising it in the air. Sweat poured down his skin "Okay what are you?! You can't trick me I know I'm awake!"

Suddenly his left hand started to split apart, his fingers growing long and wavy. Eyes formed on the hand along with a mouth. Alan only looked in horror at the sight of what just happened.

"A hand...I failed..." the alien like limb struggled to pronounce "This...is unfortunate..."