Guess what am I?

I was born when my person turned 13 or so. I had stayed hidden in her blood and veins for a long time. I watched through blurry lenses making out a figure or two or parts of her life that dragged on very slowly. Then I broke through her oily skin – big and proud – until I caught sight of her transfixed horror when she saw me. I instantly cowered and scrunched up smaller. She had long chestnut hair that hung loosely by her elbows and almond shaped eyes that widened with revulsion when she looked through the mirror at me. I first felt a pang of annoyance and then anger bursting through me – and with that I felt a nauseating liquid boiling inside of me. And guess what? I loved it! Her reaction was so priceless when she poked me this way and that with her perfect manicured nails. I smiled inside as I felt the breeze on my face and I enjoyed the cinema screen view of the world before me. I thought, I could get used to this.

 I didn’t want my life to end but unfortunately I always did die sooner or later… Yesterday she took me on her date. Don’t get me wrong – she had no choice! Wherever she went, I went – I’m practically glued on her and that’s a pain most of the time. She’d smothered acid on me and hid me underneath her fringe– extra much? Maybe she was embarrassed – ashamed?  But when I saw her so-called boyfriend lounging on a chair outside Costa with a menacing cup of something in his hands and his perfect face with no flaws or blemishes – my mind just buzzed ‘MURDERER’! Yet my person sashayed towards him like he was a Greek God and she was her Goddess. The day had swiftly continued and more days like this passed as well until after a few months she found the poison that ended me completely.

It came unexpectedly – when I was a swollen masterpiece filled with gunge – a pin-liked needle pierced through me oozing my insides out. An excruciating pain filled me that had always scarred me even in my past lives but as a ruthless parasite like I am, I remembered to leave a scar on her.