Let's create short story compilation about aidsmatress from previous thread. I'll start:
I don’t remember who first told me about it. Someone said there was a mattress near the trees, not too wet, not too rotten. But as they said "cursed and scary". I laughed when I heard it, like I was supposed to be afraid of an old mattress. I’d been sleeping on cardboard for months. My back was killing me.
That night I found it. Half-buried in leaves, smelling of damp fabric, but soft enough. I sat down, then stretched out. The cold didn’t bite the same way. For the first time in a long time, I slept without shivering.
I should’ve known better.
The next morning, the others looked at me funny. One guy muttered, “He slept on the mattress.” I asked what he meant, but nobody answered. They just avoided me, like I was carrying something. By evening, I couldn’t even get a cigarette off anyone.
The boycott continued, someone saw me and whispered, “AIDS.” That was it. No one shared food anymore. I wanted to know more, what the fuck was happening to me, why they are treating me like I'm ill. I'm not you pieces of shit
First, when I tried to find food in dumps, five medical needles penetrated my skin. Never ever before I have seen needles in dumbs.
Then the bad luck came, one thing after another.A fight I didn’t start. The cops chasing me off like I was diseased. It was like the mattress had painted a target on me.
Also after the needle incident I started to feel ill, I had a feeling like my immune system stoped to work. My injuries didn't heal as before, I started to cough with blood. I tried to find that mattress again.
I found this place, it was kinda off. This mattress was closer to area where I came from. I started to live near that place to think about possible connection to my bad luck and condition.
Then I noticed... I swear it moves closer. Not by much, just enough that when I wake up, it’s leaning nearer, like it’s following me. I can't sleep, I just watch at this matress. I have a feeling it laughs at me. I can even hear it... Or not? Am I going insane because of this fabric. Hahaha I'm so funny.
I think about burning it, but I fear to do that. I have an impression that it will endure. And even if I did… it will certainly be angrier. I don't know how, but don't want to check
I stay awake. I keep my distance. But my condition is getting worse, I feel like powers are about to go away. I can't even stand up. I should... Whatever... I should have avoided it, but it's too late.