[ WP ] For as long as you can remember , you 've had that scar . You stopped noticing it . Then , one morning , you 're pretty sure it 's in a different spot . You shake it off , but every morning it moves a little closer to your heart .

( Hastily written, sorry guys ) Yesterday it was not that close, she was sure of it. With a shudder, she touched it again. It was cold, like ice with salt on it cold. Sighing once she put her shirt back on, mother calling to her from the kitchen downstairs. Shaking her head she finished getting ready, her cat nearly killing her on the stairs. Had it always been that close? She could n't remember and honestly she was n't so sure at this point. Those dreams she had been having, nightmares, schisms, for years they haunted her. Now the darn thing moved every day for the last six months. She tried best to ignore it, school was hard enough as it was. 
 
 The scar fell out of her mind by lunch, she was a smiling mess by the time she went to bed. 
 
 There is was, right over her right breast. She felt it again, a cold shudder escaping her lips, her fingers twitching momentarily. A knock at the door caused her to turn. Who was there? Her dad? He was n't home for a week, mom would be at brunch with Gladys. A second knock brought her back to the mirror where her reflection had become a gigantic lie. 
 
 It smiled at her, well..she smiled at herself really. This other her was tapping the spot, scratching and poking. The scar felt like it was getting itchy, but she could n't stop watching. With intensity the thing plunged a single finger deep into flesh, the scar popping open like a pimple. Blood splattered down the sink and poured from the wound, staining the porcelain red. The thing pulled and dug and tug. She winced in pain and began to shout, blood pouring down out of her mouth like a waterfall. That was when it brought something out of the hole; it looked like wet sausages, her insides. 
 
 She fell to the floor and violently shook, the reflection pulling out intestines slowly like a party trick. In reality the same thing occurred at twice the speed. Like worms they escaped, large lumps and fleshy bits followed. The screaming was halted by a spurt of blood, a loud wet pop, and the sounds of bones crunching. 
 
 The coroners had never seen anything like it, a person flipped inside out like an unstuffed toy bear. Mrs. Hammel was in shock to say the least.
