I stared at the strange green bottle while my friends chanted for me to drink it.
"I swear all the stories about it are not true." my friend Brock told me. He lied.
I took a deep breath, gathered all my courage, and picked up the bottle. The bottle's label was intriguing. The little orphan girl on the bottle, who was right above the words "Orphan Tears" was so realistic that she kind of scared me. I shut my eyes tight and took a swig. A sour strange taste filled my mouth. "So... what is it like?" my friend Tom asked.
"Weird," I said.
When I opened my eyes and looked down at Tom, I screamed in horror. His head was gone and instead there was only a pile of ripped up body tissue and eyeballs!
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Your head!" I screamed.
"What are you talk-," he stopped with a gurgle as a giant deformed squid burst through the floor and started eating him alive. I ran home as fast as I could and slammed the door behind me.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" my mom asked.
Before I had a chance to answer, she exploded right in front of me! Trying not to slip in the bloody mess raining down on me, I ran to my room and locked the door. The stories I have heard about the effects of "Orphan Tears" could never have prepared me for this! I knew that it was just hallucinations but it was so very real to me.
"Honey, are you ok?" my mom asked.
"I'm fine." I whispered as I crept over to my door. Could I bring myself to open it? When I finally pulled myself together enough to open the door, my mom was standing there looking completely normal.
"I just drank some real jacked up stuff mom. I think I need some help!" That’s when it happened.
My mom turned into the most terrifying creature! She smiled a scary smile as she lifted her arm and brought it down hard across my stomach. Her fingernails, now formed into lengthy claws, slashed deep into my skin even hitting a few bones, and I felt every ounce of pain. I awoke, drenched in sweat, to blood curdling screams. After a few minutes, I realized they were my own. It was all a dream!
As soon as my heartbeat slowed enough to calm down, I got up to get dressed. When I looked in my mirror, shirtless, the breath caught in my throat. It felt like I was suffocating. I couldn't believe what I was looking at... long, jagged claw marks on my stomach! Oh no! The effects were still in progress.