PROMPT-FILL: 407. Cursed by a random and cruel stranger
A stranger casts The Curse on a young girl with not a single exchange of words between them. In fact, with the heavy traffic on the road, she never saw who cast The Curse.
She simply woke up the next day in screaming agony as her body began to rearrange itself in preparation for the change.
She was terrified but helpless to it. There was no cure and no stopping what was happening to her.
She forced herself to endure as her bones shifted and broke. As her skin ripped as it failed to stretch over her new, larger shape. Blood and plasma stained through her sheets and ruined the mattress below. They were the gushing fluids of her rebirth.
And for a time she rested in wretched skinlessness. Days passed with no food or water. Her breath came in a dull, agonizing wheeze as even the tiniest motion made her flesh burn.
She’d thought she’d died. She should have died. But she didn’t. She endured.
She survived until she could crawl from the bed to the bathroom sink. To the water she greedily swallowed even as her patchy and scabbed skin stung and brought tears to her eyes.
She stayed in her home for weeks, surviving on water and the few scraps of food she could force herself to swallow.
Gradually she healed. Until one day all the pain was gone and her scabs were solid and had ceased to split and bleed. She wasn’t healthy yet, but she was mending.
So with some trepidation and a large dose of fear, she stepped in front of the long mirror. And she looked at herself, at her new life.
=THE END?=
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