Some days she had no idea it was there. That was the thing which scared her the most; there was nothing she could do about it, except pretend that she was unaware. It didn’t like being watched, and if someone thought about it too much . . . Imagine having your brain sucked out of a little hole in your head, a painful hole punched through your skull by a long proboscis. She was allowed to think of that.
The thing was inside of her, after all. She wanted to laugh, but that would alert it to her own presence. It moved deep within her, and she shivered.
“I hate you.”