InsaneJournal

Who: Evan and Paul, for meow?
What: A topless, painful introduction.
Where: The hallway on the first floor, for starters.
When: After this shit show.
Warnings: Language, unintentional nudity (most likely)? Long story. ;D



What do you give the girl who has everything? A box full of insects, of course! Except, she didn't have everything -- she hardly had enough money saved up to pay for this month's rent, let alone utilities. The appearance of a beautifully-wrapped gift had made her childishly happy, snapshot memory of a forbidden kiss sending her spirits soaring into the stratosphere -- and now, she'd never have another birthday party again. Welted skin was crawling with bugs alive and imagined, her shirt was stuffed under the seal of her infested apartment, and her right hand had done a very convincing impersonation of a hoof.

Tears leaked from both eyes, even the already swollen-shut left eye, salt water stinging the un-patterned gnat bites scattered here and there down her cheeks and neck. She didn't care that she was only wearing a 'washing day only' black sports bra and jeans -- she would have ripped those off to rid herself of gnats if she hadn't been struck stone-still by the appearance of a friggin' hoof where her right hand should have been. It was gone now, but it had been there. Hadn't it? She couldn't have been allergic to bees. She would have died as a kid in Kansas. She had to be hallucinating. Too much pain, too much venom. Too shocked to stand, too hurt and bewildered to even crawl, Evan let her bare shoulders dig into the wall, crying out with a hoarse, muffled sob that rang through the first floor hallway and died in the open space of the lobby, "help ... somebody, please ...!" Now-human hands covered her swollen face, crying as she might have as a kid. "Help...!"