Bitten

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I have been waiting for this night in persistent perseverance. I want the result to be spectacular, a neat job that would silence the harshest of critics. There is no one in this house but me and what the people of the house called “a kind of eeriness”, as if they were being watched.  Ha! Did they expect me to easily give up my abode for them? This has been my home for over a hundred years, the very place where I cast my mystical yellow glow, causing weird things to happen to the people of the house.

But now, I have task at hand. I wonder how this bug that normally bites just creatures like those in this house, dared to bite me. But now that I am a victim, my hands itch, my heart flutters, eyes glow and a wicked smile takes shape on my face. I really have to do it tonight and make sure everyone sees it. It has to be done in secret without feeling self-conscious, but by tomorrow I want the whole world to be spooked, to gape in astonishment, to acknowledge my presence. I will tell them in style that I have arrived. 

There is no time to waste. In utmost silence I pull it out and admire its cold metallic feel. Without further delay, I shoot myself and marvel at my very first selfie.

                                       

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