He raised his self from the flour that he slide down from the force of the hit on the door his face had turned to a sickle green, his hand were trembling, taking again a seat on the flour putting his back on the door to feel if that thing has left, that monster had probably left but nothing come he’s fear was kind subsided but that didn’t mend that he wasn’t afraid like shit. The bug made him terrified out of his mind he maybe wasn’t the best at biology but he took enough test and with the need of study he learned enough to be best that most and from what he learned bugs like that should not exist, it was terrifying, he hated bugs yes a major part of it was his fear of them it wasn’t that major to be called a phobia and maybe a part was his discus of them but he could deal with them.
[What now. Calm down the bug probably, left it hasn’t hit the door for some time] he thought.
Opening his grandpa’s room he was struck with fear the screen was reaped up and the bug was in the house.
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Seeing nothing changing he change his position to get a better grip by moving his feet closer to the pincers, getting a little extra strength but again nothing changed at the same time in the new position his foot slipped closer and closer to the pincer until snap
Pain passed through his body he had never felt pain in such decree he had never felt in his entire life, strength left his body the door opened little. Realizing what happening he grip on the nob of the door become harder, putting all he had, time felt like it slowed, his body moved on his own putting everything he had and a little more that he didn’t know he had he pulled close the wooden door with such force that the door corners cracked.
The bug was still alive, but for the first time its head cracked and started bleeding a green ooze the pincers that grabbed his bloody foot weaken the bugs movements slowed and the stopped the door firmly pushing on his head of fear it was still alive staying like this for some time until the adrenalin levels decrease and the pain in his leg began again he opened the door and started it smashing on the head with door until it closed.
Getting on the side of the wall to support himself his breathing was uneven that was cut from sobbing, starting walking with one leg to the storage so to put no force on it. Reaching the storage he reaches for the first aid kit getting down on the floor with bandages disinfectants and medical tape, looking on the wound he realize that were deep they were two deep cuts on each side of the calf bleeding badly and a bit of flesh was falling out. Don’t knowing what to do he through disinfectants, closed the wounds with medical tape and covered them with bandages while doing that he started yelling