The Itch

He sat there on his couch staring off into space. Feeling numb from the congestion in his head, he sat motionless.

Then, all of a sudden, he snapped. His face started to itch all over. He began scratching his face. Repeatedly. It started to sting, and he began to notice blood on his fingernails. His face was in pain, yet still itching badly. So he kept scratching. Eventually he passed out.

Some hours later he awoke. His face felt sore, but it was no longer itching. He examined his hands; they were bloody. He stood up and went to the mirror. His face looked terrible. There were multiple gashes on his face. He went to the bathroom and washed his hands and face.

It looked as though he had lost a fight with a cat. How was he going to explain this to everyone? Would they consider him weird? Unfortunately this was something he could not hide. Even if he covered them with band aids, he would still look strange.

And what of his parents? He wouldn't know what to say. He felt very embarrassed, yet relieved the itch was gone.