Desperate Measures

This was a nightmare. In my entire existence, I never knew that Death would be visiting me in this manner. Or maybe I had, I was certainly prone to it. My mother struggled with it, and so had my brother. Who was I to think I'd be safe? I laughed bitterly. But here it was. My own personal demon was mocking me to my face and slowly killing me.

Inexperience made me struggle. Should I go for the kill or not? Either option would ultimately result to death by mortification. The former option to a lesser degree though. So I decided to go for it...

I was in familiar territory but my fingers still trembled.  I touched on porcelain smooth surface, save for that red, angry, stranger. I was still contemplating on what I was about to do. Pain was inevitable but I was willing to sacrifice my comfort. Desperate people did this all the time, why was I so nervous? It was now or never.

Slowly, I closed in and squeezed the life out of that repulsive alien. It didn't belong in this world, and absolutely not in my personal space. There was some resistance and it didn't want to give in to me. It was still mocking me in its own, evil way. But I was determined; I was mentally willing it to die and my heart raced in a fiery flutter. I was clenching my teeth, my fingers were turning white and I was silently screaming in pain. I didn't know I would get hurt this bad. I kept the pressure on until finally-pus splattered everywhere. I felt something sticky and warm on my cheek so I touched it and looked at my fingers. There was blood on it.

When I was finally able to breathe freely, I cleaned myself up and checked the damage. There was hardly a nick on my face after all. That wasn't too bad...nothing a little foundation couldn't fix.  The important thing was, my pimple was dead and the Drama Queen was going to survive Prom after all.

 

 

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