The grandfather clock rings, the vibrations of the air spread throughout the room. It was unkempt, dusty and cluttered, scurrying could be heard from the messy bed, as he turned over he fell to the floor. "Blood", he thought to himself, his head wasn't bleeding, nothing was. He had messy black hair, he reeked and his clothes clearly weren't washed, he was clearly young, about 16 years old, his eyes had bags and were bloodshot. He left his room in an attempt to yet again continue his routine. He headed to the bathroom and opened the lid to urinate. His urine was intestines to him. He felt his urethra expand as it passed through, his stomach aching and getting lighter. He held his breath to not think of what's happening. As he stopped urinating and flushed, he finally could breath easily. The next attempt was to walk to the sink and brush his teeth. He took a deep breath and reassured himself "It's going to be easy, it's going to be okay." He looked towards the mirror and felt nauseous, his reflection was filled with swollen blisters, worms, hair burying itself into its own skin and the skin itself shifting to many deformed faces. He quickly grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and he squeezed the paste to the bristles of the brush. He quickly closed his eyes and as the brush scraped his teeth, he vomited in the sink. He opens his eyes to see faeces, food and blood. He was about to vomit again but quickly ran from the bathroom. He sighed and got up to walk towards his room to change his clothes. He picked out his school uniform and closed his eyes once again, he was careful not to touch his body and even the sweat, smell and feel of his shirt made him want to vomit again. He was sick of this already, he wanted to stop vomiting for good but it was impossible. He finally changed his top half, and wore the uniform. His bottom half was the hardest challenge, he tried to take off his pants but each time a hair touched him, the hair would attach to him and get longer and longer, the feeling of the pores stretching and burning friction that happens was too much. His strength gave out and fell to the floor. He started to whimper and just broke down.

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