Lucas took a moment to think how he could finish his brothers picture. He wanted to add something and looked around his other drawn pictures. Looking at a picture of a simple black spider he giggled. While he liked all bugs and spiders he had seen so far his brother didnīt like them, even feared spiders. Yes, letīs see how he enjoys a picture of himself with some spider parts. He giggled more as he took the black crayon and started to cover his brothers arms and legs with thin, black lines, indicating them as spider legs.
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I had headed back to my own room when Lucas didnīt want to eat dinner. I was lucky that my room was downstairs as our parents room was right next to that of Lucas. They could hear each other when a bit louder, taking some freedom away, at least if you didnīt want others to know about it. I could be heard in the kitchen, but only if I was really loud. The closed door took most house sounds away, giving me some peace and quiet to enjoy I took the book I was reading and made myself comfortable on my bed to read it.
A minute or two into reading I felt my arms and legs starting to itch. At first I just ignored it, favoring to continue reading, but soon it was to distracting. I rubbed my arms a bit, knowing scratching wouldnīt help, but it didnīt stop to itch. Sighing I marked my page before raising from my bed again, deciding on a short shower, which should help.
But as soon as I stood up I started to stagger, feeling like my legs were made of jelly, not able to carry me. It ended with me falling down, and I was trying to break the fall with my arms. They couldnīt stop my fall, so I face planted in my carpet. Muttering an Ouch I lifted my head and rubbed my nose with my left hand. All to soon I stopped, but not because I wanted to. I simply felt to weak to lift my hand as it had dropped down again. Looking down I gasped. My arms had thinned even more than what I was used to, and had turned completely black. I couldnīt make out my elbows on this stick-like arms, and while I could bend them, I couldnīt lift my hands up anymore, which still looked normal.
What happened with my arms? I asked myself out loud. I could feel the same weakness in my legs, but couldnīt look at them through my jeans. At least the itching stopped, but I laid there helpless on the ground.