To Be Continued

I Wish I Could tell you when it started happening. Maybe a year er two ago? At this point I really don't know. The earliest recollection I have is of me laying in the luke-warm sand and having the feeling of something moving under my hand, well, not under but more or less in my hand. The way it felt? There was no pain, it felt as if someone was just pushing there finger into my skin, scratch that, out-of my skin. Did it creep me out? Not at the time, little did I know what was about to ensue.

Over the next few days I would have that same feeling. As if something was moving under my skin but as the days grew on, I began to actually see whatever it was move around under my skin. At this point, I knew something was wrong. I ran and told my mom. I tried showing her the "thing" moving around, but it dint happen. She told me to stop makin' up stories and go and play. Then late one night, I awoke to that feeling again, just as I pulled the blanket off of me, It stopped. I had a sharp pain in my left high, scared, I carefully and hesitantly pulled up my pajamas. I saw...a hole...about the size of my fist and despite it's size there was no blood. Now I was freaked out beyond belief. Whatever was under my skin....now is somewhere in my room if not bed. I quickly ran out and pounded on my mom's door. She opened it, hair frizzed up, looking worried. I showed her the whole in my thigh. By this time, I was panicking, we rushed into her car and hauled a** to the hospital. The doctor asked me how this happened, I told him about the thing moving under my skin. It was easy to tell he dint believe me but he said nothing. They had to graph skin from my right butt cheek to cover up the whole. After that event, my mom finally started to listen and believe what I said about the thing that was/is Under My Skin.