My body and mind froze as I held your limping hand. The orderlies dragged me away before I could see for myself. I ask myself if there was anything I could have done to save you, rip out the parasite before it took you from me. But all logic here leads to the same conclusion. You’re gone.
Latch Mary jolted awake, breath sharp in her throat. She lay still, waiting for feeling to return to her heavy limbs. For a moment, she couldn’t tell if the pounding she heard was in the walls or inside her own chest. She was on her living room couch, the AC blasting on her face.
I didn’t seek out this life, or rather lack thereof, but was cursed with it, so to speak, as a consequence of my arrogance and curiosity. I have always been the type to desire what I can not have, and knowledge, when guarded, becomes the object of ultimate desire.
The moment the light touched that shimmering mass, it began to move and convulse like waves in a storm.
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