Persistence of Coincidences (or Uncomfortably Numb)
And the skin he always trusted to stay tight on his muscles, slowly started to drip away. Not a normal kind of sag; but like sweat. He did not panic since it wasn't bloody. Instead he looked in the mirror, and slowly brought his fingers towards his face. In that second, he had a funny realization: for some reason, we always know if "something wrong" is small enough to ignore or a cause for immediate attention from a professional. He also thought it funny how unmotivated but curious he was. "Maybe they'll name this after me...or maybe hundreds have experienced it...would the emergency room make me wait?"
As he snickered, a shock came over him: stinging pain. He swallowed and looked down at the sink. The puddle became more pink as his face turned gray. He got cold, shivered, and ran out of the bathroom. Now he felt that he would pass out any second. His mind raced and his heart pounded. He knew he wasn't melting and thought how stupid that sounded. It was getting harder to stay calm since his senses were literally leaving him.
He pretended to be The Invisible Man and covered himself as much as he could. While he walked, he thought no one could see him. More was falling off from him now but he couldn't feel it. He laughed out loud when he began to hum Pink Floyd.
They definitely stared and he was burned into their nightmares, exactly what he was avoiding. He washed away with the rain that day and was filed under "Spontaneous Combustion and other mysteries." But no one would study him and he would later be falsely proven a myth.
Luckily, he was unable to hear the screams of the horrified witnesses (who would erase him from their minds for fear of insanity). No one would ever know that his last thoughts were of Salvador Dali as he laughed himself to death.
As he snickered, a shock came over him: stinging pain. He swallowed and looked down at the sink. The puddle became more pink as his face turned gray. He got cold, shivered, and ran out of the bathroom. Now he felt that he would pass out any second. His mind raced and his heart pounded. He knew he wasn't melting and thought how stupid that sounded. It was getting harder to stay calm since his senses were literally leaving him.
He pretended to be The Invisible Man and covered himself as much as he could. While he walked, he thought no one could see him. More was falling off from him now but he couldn't feel it. He laughed out loud when he began to hum Pink Floyd.
They definitely stared and he was burned into their nightmares, exactly what he was avoiding. He washed away with the rain that day and was filed under "Spontaneous Combustion and other mysteries." But no one would study him and he would later be falsely proven a myth.
Luckily, he was unable to hear the screams of the horrified witnesses (who would erase him from their minds for fear of insanity). No one would ever know that his last thoughts were of Salvador Dali as he laughed himself to death.