I feel them moving and crawling inside of me....

When I left the house that day, I never expected to find myself in this kind of situation. A day like any other–work, casual conversation, then an exciting date with her long-time crush. What could possibly go wrong? Well, nothing much if you stay away from stray dogs and their bites, but I didn’t.

So much pain. So many weird occurrences. What was with all these strange cravings?

I'm trying to go through my days, as usual, ignoring what was happening to me as best I can. Will I ever figure out what is happening to me? Surely, I will find something or someone to help me before it's too late–not just for me, but for everyone around me. I don’t know how much longer I can pretend I am okay....

Will someone save me before it’s too late?