Friends: Part 2

They’s non-binary, I could tell by the way they speaks about themself. Thinks they’s human sometimes, other times a variety of other ground– crawling creature. I think they just means they have multiple personalities which for me is a super power. Then there’s Lou, he’s ok. He just eats my hair sometimes. I grab him and give him a scolding whenever he does but he never actually stops. The eating just gets vacant for a day or two then he proceeds to do it again, trying his best to go unnoticed. But someone eating your hair is hard to not notice. Then there’s Jan. She’s irrelevant to my daily life but she tells you all the gossip amongst the worms. I get to know who and why somebody would wanna chomp my skull in and eat my brain. I pay her with tiger biscuits. Those are the one’s I’ve recently communicated with within the last week. It’s almost the weekend and it’s time for my prayers. My worms hate it when I do the prayers but I have to do them. I have to be patient and so do they. They believe it’s because of those prayers that lifted them to my head.

However, they actually came out on their own from my own guts. It’s a long story. The rest of the worms are more likely to be asleep by this time due to the new powder I gave them. Gets them all hyped. Although one time Jerry, Oh I forgot to tell you about Jerry. Anyway, one time Jerry OD’d and I had to take myself to the vet. The vet wouldn’t believe that there were worms on my head until I showed him. He couldn’t believe his eyes and told me to go see a psychiatrist. Jesus fucking Christ, that vet. A worm’s life is at risk and he proceeds to call me crazy. Does he know having less than forty worms on my head won’t help my mental health in the first place, which in turn doesn’t keep the worms alive? What if I kill these worms? Doesn’t he care? Supposedly he should, right? Worms are still animals. But I myself have to make sure there were exactly forty worms, no more, no less. Else I have to start all over again.

I opened up the locked safe underneath my bed or so I call it. It’s finally June and it’s my 16th birthday on Sunday so I have to make sure this Saturday I have everything set up for the ritual. It takes a lot of preparation to sacrifice one’s self to Satan.