Parasite

A parasite consumed thy self, clawing its way out of you. Torn apart flesh buried underneath nails, the remains of what you could've been. From then, it's simply your worst nightmare come true. Never-ending screams scratching their way through your skull. Not a single moment of peace nor the light of day. 16 years of darkness, soon an eternity, or maybe just till your last breath. 

A simple procedure would've saved you the tears, sweat, and blood. Instead you painted over the sun, tore and crumbled the pages of the book you had written of your fate. You fed the parasite with your hands, until it learned to use it's own, but now, to feast on your flesh.

I'm sorry, Mom.