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Flesh-Eating Guilt (mention of vomiting and a toxic household)

Have you ever felt guilt?

Yes? No?

If yes, then you'd be aware of that little pain that you feel in your stomach or chest, eating you inside-out. If not, then are you even human?

Whatever. But what if I said, that little feeling of being eaten inside-out was real?

What if there was actually this flesh-eating parasite, fueled by your guilt, eating you very agonizingly slowly?

I had to find that out the hard way.

Arthur J. McAllan, 27 and suffered from a flesh-eating parasite fueled from that disgustingly painful feeling. 

Turns out this is a thing that happens when a human feels way too much guilt that the feeling literally personifies into a parasite, eating through you.

Now that you know the gist of it, time to talk about how I died.

From what I remember, for years, I've suffered heavy guilt-tripping, my self-esteem stooped lower than the devil's sanctuary. I think I developed heavy anxiety, and of course, the parasite.

Even though I had left the toxic household, got proper help and all, the parasite was still in me, waiting for its fuel. It was almost on the verge of escaping my body.

And then I think on a Saturday night, I came home as usual from a night shift, around 11, I'm guessing. There was a figure standing in the hallway.

I can't remember her really well, maybe a girlfriend or a sister, but I know there was a lot of screaming and shouting, passing excuses and swears back and forth. She was talking about how I always come home late, I never spend enough time with her and stuff that made me feel guilty.

I do remember her saying something that stuck to me, even in the afterlife.

Why can't you just admit you hate me?

I didn't. I was screaming, shouting at her, she disregarded anything and everything I said, kept guilt-tripping me with excuses.

That night, I didn't sleep well.

For a few days, I was feeling like shit, I couldn't do my job well, cut off contact with some- all friends actually, me and that woman kept arguing for weeks on end.

My appetite lessened, I started getting coughs and colds, I started getting fatigue and all that. I brushed it off as stress, but it wasn't stress.

Tuesday afternoon, I remember another argument between me and her, more guilt-inducing and shouting

An hour or 2 passed, and she finally left, slamming the bedroom door loud. I started crying, and the guilt gnawed at my stomach, quite literally.

It was evening, I laid on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. The guilt still settled there. 

In a few minutes, I started feeling heavy stomach pain, and problems with breathing. I thought I was gonna break down again and spiral into a fucking panic, then I heard growling.

It came from my stomach, and it hurt worse every second. That was not my hunger, that was the parasite escaping my guts.

It tore through my skin, I could feel this weird liquid, blood, seething through my wound. I couldn't do anything, I was paralysed, forced to live through every second of that torture until I die

Slime oozed down my hand and I felt it drop with a plop! on the carpet. I blacked in and out, ringing swarmed my ears.

And here I am, in purgatory, talking to a blinding clutter of...whatever you are. 

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hi yall sorry if this is a shitty one writing on mobile is hard and i've been kinda stressed lately so i couldnt think straight