Mushi read her dusty, old, book about urban legends. As she flipped the pages, dust floated above the book. Her nose started to tingle. It felt as if a demon was placing fire right under her nose. "Chuu..!!!" While she sneezed her arm jerked from the book, A small sting was tingling on her finger. Mushi looked down to see her book page dripping blood from the corner. The blood had such a horrible scent. It smelled as if the blood was rotting. She stared at her finger. Her bloody finger. Her blood slowly drizzled down her pale, harsh, skin. It felt as if something was crawling within her skin. The pain keeps increasing. More, and more. More blood. Mushi kept staring at the blood, all over her book. She can't stop staring at it, yet the pain was becoming unbearable. " I just can't. I can't fucking take this anymore...!" Mushi grabbed her orange box cutter off her grandfather's dusty desk. Without hesitation, she cut her finger. Constantly cutting through her skin severely. Hoping for the unbearable pain to finally end. She stared at her finger, horrified. She could barely identify anything. The blood is everywhere. Slowly, her vision started to feel blurry. Everything was going dark. Mushi started breathing heavily. She could barely catch her breath. Everything was getting dark. "Everything is so confusing. What's happening?! Please. Stop.." her mind just keeps racing. Eventually, everything went dark.
A bug scurried out of her finger, and another, and another! Sleep well Mushi. <3
ʚ❤︎ɞ Sorry Mushi ʚ❤︎ɞ
ʚ❤︎ɞ Perhaps a bandaid? ʚ❤︎ɞ
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