The Marble

He woke up with a pain in his right shoulder, he got outta bed and went into the bathroom to see why it hurt so much. The pain seemed to worsen as he walked in a sleepy daze down the hall. He flicked on the light and pulled up the sleeve on his t-shirt. There was a huge welt on top of his shoulder. It looked like it was about 4 inches wide and it stuck up about and inch. What the heck happened, he thought to himself. He examined it closer in the mirror and noticed a small slit in the top of the bump. What the hell? He pushed on it, which caused extreme pain to shoot down his arm into his hand. He jerked his left hand back as the pain worsened. His right hand felt tingly, like it fell asleep and it went limp. His whole arm went limp. Now he was scared...he should have never messed with it, now he can't feel his hand or arm. He decided to look at it one more time, to see if he could figure out why his arm went limp. He was breathing heavy and his heart was pounding in his chest. He had no idea what had happened, or how it happened, but he was determined to figure it out. As he raised his left hand up to the bump again, he noticed there was something metallic under the skin in the slit. He reached over to the drawer on the vanity and opened it, he pulled out a tweezers and proceeded to poke it into the slit of the welt, blood started to ooze out. His right arm now felt like it was on fire, but he needed to get whatever it was inside him out. He grabbed the object, and as he pulled it out he could feel his right hand begin to spasm. Then he felt the weirdest sensation....like he was ripping out a nerve bundle....he kept pulling at the object, it was steal marble, and as he pulled it out further, it was connected to fine little strands of what looked like wire coming out of the welt. It seemed to get stuck as he was pulling, so he yanked harder on it and as he did he could feel these little strands sliding out of every part of his body, it felt like bugs crawling under his skin and in his muscles. He dropped the bloody tweezers in the sink, and grabbed hold of the steel ball, he pulled harder on it, and as he did his skin started to turn yellow and then to a greenish gray. He couldn't stop pulling on it, it was like an unraveling sweater...once you start, you can't just stop, besides...what was he going to do, just cut it off? He made one more attempt to pull the strands out of him, and with one final pull, he felt it tug at the base of his skull, it was tingly, and it made him dizzy, but he was determined to get all of it out. It seemed like there was a mile of this crap coming out of him...So with one final yank, he felt it let loose from his skull and his entire body went limp, and he crumpled to the floor.