Pain. Flash Fiction.

Jackie winced as a small cramp gripped her mid-section. She took a deep breath and released it slowly. She had been warned of these kind of side effects, though the last cramp was pretty mild compared to the others she had had. Though considering what her life was like before, it was a cake walk. Three weeks ago she couldn’t walk and now she was able to walk short distances without any problem. Everyone agreed her improvement was remarkable and it was all thanks to those pills. The disease that had ravaged her body was starting to fade away, no longer did she look thin and emaciated, her hair was even growing back.

One small red pill a day was all it took, taken with food to avoid stomach issues and with a tall glass of water. Jackie looked forward to taking her pill every day, not just because of the pleasant faint sweetness it held, but because she could feel herself getting stronger almost as soon as she took it. It wasn’t just curing her disease, it was giving her her life back.

The pain had returned, she had been feeling it on and off for the last day or so. Around her midsection there was a steady, throbbing pain. It would hit her for about ten minutes or so then fade away for another ten. Her stomach grumbled at her but she couldn’t eat anything. She had already rang the doctor about it, but he had said it too was a potential side effect. She took a long, deep breath and exhaled slowly, he said it would only last another day or so before it would be gone completely. Jackie just had to power through. Well, no matter how bad it was it was better than being sick.

Jackie gasped as another pain hit her, this was the worst so far. Her stomach clenched and she started throwing up into the bucket beside her bed. When it stopped she sat back, feeling sweaty and gross. Her stomach felt hard and a little swollen. She had rang the doctor again and he had reassured her it would be ok, but she was still worried. If not for his insistence she’d be fine she would already be on her way to the hospital.

Jackie screamed as the pain ripped through her, she couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, there was nothing, just pain. There was a ripping sound, then a flood of warm liquid across her midsection, the pain receded slightly, and there was a faint feeling of relief, like popping a zit. Jackie groaned, she must have soiled herself. The feeling of pain was still there, but it was fading slightly, she knew she had to get up and change, but she was tired and cold. She didn’t want to move. She felt something moving against her stomach, Jackie looked down and saw blood everywhere, her sheets were soaked through. with heavy feeling hands she grabbed the sheet and with the last of her strength pulled it back. Thousands of thin white worms where writhing across her body, and there in her side was a gaping hole. Jackie reached out for the phone, but it seemed so far away. She needed help. Her hand dropped back to the bed, she couldn’t lift it anymore. She couldn’t move. There was still pain, like thousands of tiny pinpoint burns across her skin but it didn’t matter now, it was fading. Everything was just fading away.

 

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About Alan James Keogh

I am a 24 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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