It all started when I forgot Math. The test before me seemed like a jungle of numbers I could not comprehend. And my hands…
My hands were no longer my hands. The scales that formed upon them couldn’t weigh a single grain of sand. Answers seemed like a quest in a foreign place I learned about in History class; My calculations imprisoned and guarded by some uncrackable riddle, proposed by some unnatural being I had yet to meet.
That’s when it happened. Fear. The uncontrollable sensation to flee. To become something…not me.
“I have to get out of here,” I whispered to myself.
“I have to get out of here!” My head shrieked, “Get out, get out, get out,” in repetition.
The scales multiplied, limbs elongated and a tail formed appropriately between my legs. Biting my nails became biting my fingers became devouring my own arm with the hope it could all grow back again.
“If I change form, I can grow back again,” I thought, “If I simply change..”
I sat slumped in my new skin, in my new jungle; My arm dangling from my mouth and blood dripping. And dripping. And dripping. Now a pool of thoughts still crippling. The riddle continued to swell in my brain. The neurons severed and strained. No appendage gained. I was the same.
Fuck. I was the same.
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