Father father

I'm infected.
Don't know how or why but I guess it doesn't really matter now. I'm sweating a lot and it hurts. My skin hurts. The skin is the largest human organ, isn't it? I pass out a lot. Everything blurs and I'm passed out, sitting there, sweating. When I'm not passed out my skin hurts. Really really really bad.
I remember things I didn't know I knew. I remember being a child, waiting for a train. Another train leaves, a guy jumps and his leg gets cutt off. People screaming, I'm going to see what happened, that guy stays there with his leg chopped off, smiling at me. My aunt screaming.
-Come here. NOW.
-But there's a guy with a leg chopped off here.
-I know. Come here. NOW.

Passed out again. Blur, fog, black. Daisies. Big, fuck-off shiny ones. Ones that look like they could skin a crocodile. Pretty daisies. My skin really hurts. Damn it.

Then I remember being called deliberatly random. Who said that? Beth. Who's Beth?

This sweat is makeing me thirsty. I'm thinking of saying that smiling and moving my eyebrows. Being a comunist country has its advantages. No more fat people. I remember my mother feeding me a stake. I really like stakes. Never had many as a child. My dad says it was humiliating. Why? Was I too small to remember? Why am I remembering it now? Am I really infected?

Passing out, I get a glimpse of a white female foot, just above the knee. She has a red flowery dress. No, it's a blury dress and that white piece of skins shines so much it hurts. Who's leg is this?

Getting out of bed, wondering around the house, my feet are weak. Nothing on TV.
-Drink some water, you'll feel better.
My esophagus hurts. Is it really my esophagus? Maybe something else hurts when I drink. I love it when I pass out.

My best friend hitting me with a rock. Right above my left eye. Blood in my eyes. My father's bloody lip. My father being beaten by policemen. Me crying.
-Why do you want to leave the country?
A bear bottle. A bloody lip. My father crying.
-Stop crying, Dad. Let's go home.
My mother crying.
-Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!
Big lip scar, never kissed my father again. So stupid of me. Dad, could you ever forgive me?

What the fuck is going on?! I remember now, I'm infected. Call your loved ones. Say goodbye. What loved ones? Everyone's gone. Call someone, anyone. My palms hurts so much. I can hear my hair growing. It's a funny noise. Hrsh, hrsh, hrsh.

Will you excuse me, i'm going to pass out now.