Excerpt: Clusterhead

Please don’t go, I called out pleadingly to the sensations of already odd heat and honed senses that auras tended to bring. When you go, it comes.
Please don’t go.
They aura, a merciless accomplice to the demon himself, left me alone, in my pocket in the dark. I was frightened. My entire body started to shake. This couldn’t be happening. Not again. Please no.
My right eye started to feel hot, and it felt like there was pressure against it. I rubbed it a little, a futile attempt to rid myself of whatever creature inside me had decided to do this. I kicked my legs a little, slamming them back against the couch, just an unconscious reflex to the inherent imminence of what was about to occur.
I withered myself up, curling into the fetal position on his floor, tears starting to fill my eyes. This can’t be happening, I cried in my thoughts. Not again. Why me? I didn’t do anything to bother it…
It was creeping up on me now, it’s dark tendrils piercing what slithers of hope that I had left, crawling across the outskirts of my mind, starting to climb into my brain. I was scared witless. Now I was futilely negotiation with the cruel demon. Please… I’ll do whatever… just don’t come… please skip me… just for today… just now… you can’t do this! I’m a helpless teenage kid… you… you monster…
But it was helpless. My cluster headache was already here.
I moaned helplessly as I was overcome with pain. It took every nerve in my head, ripped it apart, then cut it’s remnants apart with a dull knife. I buried my head against the couch and banged it several times, trying to shake the horrid pain out of my head. My eyes were squeezed shut, and I could feel the sharp, stinging tentacles of pain jabbing at the back of my head. They infected me, a monster upon my brain, bleeding out everything it touched. It felt like intense vibrations were pulsating throughout my head; crouched up there against the couch, shaking, I honestly would’ve rather been skinned alive than the torture I experienced now. It was like a ravenous creature was tearing at my eyes, jabbing them with sharp claws, ripping at my brain with it’s scaly tail. I started to tear at my hair, trying to drown out the already loud signals of pain overpowering me.
I scratched at my arms. Mia and Cory were on me now, trying to stop me from tearing myself apart. I tried to get up for a second, an attempt to find some can of pain pills to down, but the pain caused me to collapse the second I got up. Tearing at the back of my neck, burying the pulsing right side of my head into the carpet, I looked up. Cory was over me, keeping my one hand from tearing at my eye. My other wrist was being hardly controlled by Mia; I was rubbing furiously, scratching, strongly massaging, even hitting my forehead, trying to knock the pain out. It spread all over my face, and then Cory lost my grip and my hand flew up to my face, tearing at it, trying to rip the evil entity out of my head.
I cried out with agony, wishing for only a Coke bottle of Aspirin to down. Some people talk to God, or their pain, or themselves, or whatever makes them feel comfortable during headaches. But this wasn’t a headache. This wasn’t a migraine either. And I wasn’t composed enough to talk to anybody. This was a cluster headache: symptoms may be, Satan mauling you with a burning trident, getting a lobotomy with a dull knife and no anesthetic, and the overpowering urge to shove yourself through a window.
I clawed at my throat now, one hang viciously kneading it, the other practically strangling it. Mia was shouting for me to calm down; Cory was restraining me, quietly so. He sent Mia to turn off the light and shut up; “Noise only makes it worse,” I heard him utter.
So I struggled there, breaking free once and throwing myself at a closet door, hitting it head on. It didn’t help. Now the pain was less sharpness from the outside, but rather a dull, throbbing ache from the inside. It pushed against my skull, begging to be let free, escaping with an agonizing pain in my ears. It rolled, like a wave, over the horn of my head, jamming itself into the dark niche. I bashed at it, got up one more time, paced for a few seconds, and then couldn’t take it anymore. I weakly grasped at my head one last time, falling to my knees.
It had stopped.