flies
Around min sunday afternoon on a rather nice day, it happened. They were small, and harmless, simple fruit flies. And I had stained my shirt that morning with watermelon juice so it didnʼt seem unusual, until the flies didnʼt leave.
They stayed near me even when I took the shirt off, none of them interested in the sweet stain at all. Instead, it seemed like they were focused on me.
I ignored it, and shoved down my confusion and curiosity as of why the fruit flies seemed to be attracted to me. Then I turned in for the night, and slept dreamlessly.
The next few days seemed fairly normal, a few flies following me here and there. I had come to the conclusion they were a type of biting fly or something when my skin became itchy and flakey. I knew that the flies would eventually die, and if they didnʼt Iʼd just hire an exterminator to look around my house for a colony or something. The strange thing was, is that it didnʼt matter if I had just taken a shower and smelt like a grapefruit, the flies would be on me the instant I came out of the shower. And they never seemed to bother those around me, always swirling in circles around my body, I'll admit, it was strange.
About a week later and the number of flies had tripled, is when I grew concerned. They swarmed around my body like, well…flies. They had also grown, some as big as a regular fly, while others still the small fruit fly shape. It was like I was becoming a fly magnet.
No one around me seemed to notice, even when I pointed them out. They just said I was paranoid about flies. Yes! They said I was scared about fucking tiny bugs. But, considering all that had happened recently I think I had the right to be scared.
Soon I had a swarm of at least 200 with me constantly, the sound of buzzing drove me insane. It was always there. Their tiny wings fluttering, all I wanted to do was crush them, rip their wings off, and swallow their small putrid bodies.
The sound of flies was slowly killing me. I couldn'tʼhandle it anymore. So as I write this to you, I hope you understand why I did what I did. I had to. And I'mʼnot sorry about it. Those damned flies. Disgusting, sticky flies. Swarms and swarms and swarms and eggs so, many eggs. I hate them, I hate it. FUCK!
Goodbye.
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Case Number: 023
Deceased: Mariam Rose Guildsmen
Cause of Death: Suicide by gas.
Doctors Notes:
It seems Mariam was suffering from delusions that seriously affected her health. She was underweight, and had scratches along her skin from her nails. Her mental illness manifested itself into the form of flies. And as she went deeper into her illness, the more flies there were. Diagnosis; mentally insane.
Dr. Shawn Indis
Dr. Tallie Snow
Detective Baxter
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I stared at the paper in my hands, I couldn'tʼbelieve it. My Aunt really did kill herself. But that wasn'tʼlike her, she just didn'tʼdo stuff like that.
I pressed my lips together, and picked up another paper. Her autopsy.
“Holy shit!"
There, in fine print at the bottom was her inner body state. Apparently Mariam was…rotting. The inside of her body was rotting, it was decaying. Her outside flesh was fine but all of her inner organs were failing, she should've been long dead before she killed herself. Because it says her heart had collapsed, and one lung was shrivelled up. Her intestines were moldy and her blood was as thick as sludge. What the fuck?
"Get on the ground!”
I whipped my head around to see one of the hospital guards, standing at the entrance of the storage room. An off limits storage room.
Quickly I sprinted towards the window I came in from, and climbed out, rushing out into the dead of night. All the things I had just read bouncing in my head.
Aunt Mariam…was already dead before she killed herself.
What the actual fuck?!
Author's Notʼ:
Hey just comment if you like this…I might make it a book or something heh.