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Burning. His flesh was burning. Or at least, that what it felt like. The itching started at his belly button and spread unevenly to his knees. A sob crawled up his throat with the taste of puke on it.
Slowly, Mark opened his eyes, but it was quite difficult with the crusted corners. He blinked a few times before he remembered he was on the couch. A stinging smell flowed through his nose, prickling the inside with it's sourness. He couldn't place it, even though he knew he encountered it almost everyday.
Deciding to find out what it was, he pulled his stiff body apart. First, his arms, which creaked and croaked with every bend. Next, his head. But the sharp pain that sped down his spine when attempted to turn his neck convinced him to move on to something else. So he set about to pulling his legs out. But just as they unwantingly unfolded, he felt a chill hit him full force.
What? He brought a curled hand to his crotch and felt damp cloth. The realization that he had pissed himself hit full force, choking him up with tears. This was too much. Grown men didn't wet themselves.
Instead of cleaning himself up, he curled back into the corner. Sleep was better than this. Dreams had become more realistic than the world he was in now. He whimpered like a small child until sleep swallowed him whole.
Reviews please:)they're very welcome to this writer:)
Burning. His flesh was burning. Or at least, that what it felt like. The itching started at his belly button and spread unevenly to his knees. A sob crawled up his throat with the taste of puke on it.
Slowly, Mark opened his eyes, but it was quite difficult with the crusted corners. He blinked a few times before he remembered he was on the couch. A stinging smell flowed through his nose, prickling the inside with it's sourness. He couldn't place it, even though he knew he encountered it almost everyday.
Deciding to find out what it was, he pulled his stiff body apart. First, his arms, which creaked and croaked with every bend. Next, his head. But the sharp pain that sped down his spine when attempted to turn his neck convinced him to move on to something else. So he set about to pulling his legs out. But just as they unwantingly unfolded, he felt a chill hit him full force.
What? He brought a curled hand to his crotch and felt damp cloth. The realization that he had pissed himself hit full force, choking him up with tears. This was too much. Grown men didn't wet themselves.
Instead of cleaning himself up, he curled back into the corner. Sleep was better than this. Dreams had become more realistic than the world he was in now. He whimpered like a small child until sleep swallowed him whole.
Reviews please:)they're very welcome to this writer:)