You call THAT a story?

Not Chapter 1

My name is Zack. 

No i dont feel like going over how i look. Use your god damn imagination. Yes i AM a man. Average height. Average build. Dark black hair and it's ALWAYS in my way. 

Won't let me sleep. 

Won't let me eat.

Won't let me have a quiet moment to myself.

It crawls along my scalpe like its trying to go somewhere.

It makes my skin feel like I'm trapped in a endless web. 

Sometimes i see it tremble but only in the corner of my eye.

Almost like it's angry.

...or starving.