Scholar's Journal - Page 3

The itching grows worse. Scales spread over my arms and legs.

My nails curl, my sight flickers—clear, then gone. What is this? Some sickness? No one spoke of a plague here.

They point at me... This isn't my fault... Why call me a monster?

I demanded answers, but my fellow researcher swore he said nothing. Liar. I know what he thought... Kill the freak before it spreads.