There were hundreds of them. Crawling over me, spreading bacteria, germs, diseases, laying their filthy eggs under my pale skin. I scratch, I scrape, I claw at them, but they just multiply before my eyes. Countless dirty great cockroaches, scuttling over, under, through my clothes, repulsive fat maggots, obviously well fed, come oozing out from under my skin. The pain is overwhelming me. No matter how hard I try, to free myself of these foul creatures that I have only seen in my most sinister dreams, they won't disappear. They are on my skin, in my clothes, they are in me. My dark hair…
