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It was supposed to be rare.
I shouldn't have even been infected. But, there's nothing anyone can do now.
I pull up my shirt to see my stomach. It looked rough, purple and yellow. There was a hole in my side meeting my stomach. Little insect legs peeked through the hole, tickling enough to make me giggle. I covered my mouth as bile rose, swallowing harshly as I felt the butterflies in my stomach move again. I don't know how they got in, all I know is that when I woke up I was infected and beginning to decay. There were flowers in my stomach and butterflies too. I keep thinking that my stomach acid will destroy them, but the butterflies keep coming back and the flowers don't wilt or die.
My parents will be devastated when they find out. I wish I could be. I wish I weren't so hungry. I would love to eat with my parents one last time. I think that's my last wish. To eat one last dinner with them. The sun was low now, and dad had called for me ages ago. I could still smell the blood from the cut on his hand.
He wouldn't be delicious, he wouldn't be delicious, he wouldn't be- my dad would not be dinner.
I bit into my own hand and sobbed when it tasted delicious.