While snake owners are attached to their pets in lovely and caring ways, I, on the other hand, am physically attached to one. In simple terms, I have a literal snake growing out of my lower back. No, this is not a joke in any possible way, so don't think I'm lying here or trying to be funny. I will give you a proper explanation of myself and my story.

My name is Abraham Steven Finley, and I am eighteen years old. My mother told me that I was born with a special gift, unlike other children. But in reality, I was born with a terrible curse that started the downfall of my life. Ever since I was born, I have brought darkness everywhere I go, for having this demon hanging off me, a King Cobra with a menace personally. No one really knew why I was born with the head of a limbless lizard. Maybe it came from a bloodline? A rare disease with no cure? It's just been a mystery ever since.  

When I was around twelve years old, my mother tried her best to explain to me how she wasn't too happy to see a little snake wrapped around her child after being born. But later on, learned to accept the harsh reality of things and to appreciate the beauty of it instead. Realistically, if I were her, I would throw myself into an adoption center and dip when given the chance to escape raising a literal monster, but that's life, I guess.

Yes, you can already guess that my childhood wasn't good either, but that is because I always seem to get into trouble or cause a mess, no matter where I am; since I am, after all, attached to a mad snake. Being homeschooled wasn't good either. You can imagine the chaos that comes with having a large reptile roaming the room, destroying personal items, and constantly tearing down anything in sight.  

Despite all the negativity that comes from me, my mother still tries her hardest and gives me some advice on how to deal with my snake problem. I can certainly say she has been offering even more tips since we moved to Mississippi, where she got a new job as a nurse. "What makes this situation so grim?" you may ask. Well, it's because I have to go to a real school again with real classmates instead of being homeschooled like I was in the past. But it's not that homeschool is any better anyway. Then again, how can a guy get any friends without them freaking over the monstrous snake he has? Imagine me walking down the school hallway, and some guy mistakenly bumps into me. If that snake feels threatened or angry in any way, that guy is going to say goodbye to one of his legs. Just think about it, okay? It's not going to be a fun experience on my first day at high school.

March 13, 2024, was the day I tested my theory and saw if my fears would come to light.

During the morning, I slept peacefully in bed, safe and sound, without any worries. The sun showered the room with warmth, giving my soul a sense of relaxation. But peace wouldn't last long as I felt some part of my body moving slightly off the bed before immediately falling onto the floor.

Thump! "Ouch! Can't I have a peaceful sleep for once? You've gotta be kidding me," I said, irritated at seeing my slithering enemy sliding all over the room floor as it climbed onto my bookshelf in a fit of rage. The snake had an uncanny glow about it today, a slight shimmer that made it seem more ethereal, as if it held secrets beyond the ordinary. It was seemingly bigger and longer than its usual twenty-inch size, and it was staring back at me with its golden, predator-like eyes that felt almost intelligent. I looked around the room and saw dried-up scales on the floor, ones that could only have come from the bloody reptilian monster.

"I'm not even at the school yet, and you're already acting out of control." I rolled my eyes and grabbed the lower half of the snake's black colored body. "So just come down from there and stop acting like you have the IQ of a newborn who just drank fifty bottles of sugar."

Hissssssss! The snake responded by opening its mouth, revealing two dominant white fangs, which gave off a threatening signal towards me.

I quickly ignored its warning and yanked it onto the floor. The floorboard rumbled with heavy force between the snake and me, struggling for dominance over one another. Smooth, dry skin wrapped around my right arm and neck almost instantly, trying to hold me off from taking in air into my lungs. While forcefully holding my breath, I felt a sting of pain as snake fangs appeared deep in my left arm.

"Ouch! You little-" I coughed up before trying to regain my breath as it held onto me.

Thump! Bap! Crunch! I repeatedly ran and rammed into random objects in my room: dresser, computer setup, bed, mirror, chair, lamp, and anything else that could have helped release me from its dry grasp. Right as I pushed on with pain coursing through my body at that moment, so did that blasted brain-dead noodle worm, as it narrowed its mad expression into a more furious one than earlier.

Before either one of us could make another move, we heard a soft knock at the door.

"Abraham, honey, I hear a lot of noise coming from your room," said my mother at the other end of the door, sounding a little frustrated.

"You aren't messing around in there?" "Yeah, just getting up this morning, that's all." "Alright then, just make sure to eat your breakfast at the dinner table."

After hearing the word 'breakfast' and seeing my mother's shadow disappear from under the door, I felt my stomach rumble in response to knowing food was nearby, while the rest of my body regained its strength from being bitten. The snake slowly retracted its fangs from my arm. I could see a wicked look in its eyes. I could tell it was sensing the same hunger coursing through me. A red forked tongue flicked out of its mouth in a famished behavior, and the rest of its scaly body came off of me as it rushed towards the door.

"Man, can't you just think for once and let me get dressed first?" I yelled out while using all the strength I had to hold the snake back from dragging me with it out the door. Sweat dripped down my forehead and palms, while I was slowly losing grip of the scaly beast. The feeling of being hungry and holding off a large, slithering monster was making my hands weaker by the second.

"You know, you could just eat breakfast later and let me put on some clothes first and stop being a dumb-" Hisssss! My words cut off as my arms reach their limits. The snake's anger had reached its limit.

Falling out of my bed wasn't too bad, and fighting a mad snake was probably the worst way to start the day. But nothing could have prepared me for what was going to happen next.

The snake's eyes grew more predator-like, with its sharp eyes almost glowing red with rage. Before I could do anything else, the snake wrapped itself around my legs into a knot and tripped me onto the ground. I struggled and tried to unwrap myself, but it was too late. I peeked over to see the snake rushing out the door.

Imagine playing tug of war with your lovable dog at a park, but they decide to take it to the extreme and drag you across the park, slamming into everything in sight. Well, that is what I am going through right now.  

Sounds of furniture tipping over echo throughout our hallway in combination with my screams of terror from slamming into each corner of the wall. While being dragged in pain, I could see a slight smirk appear on the snake's face, seemingly enjoying tossing me around like a flightless kite. Reminder to self: Make sure to beat the living hell out of that snake that's as long as Drake.

When entering the kitchen, the snake grip over my legs disappears in an instant, sending me sliding across the floor and finally crashing into the dinner table. I rubbed my head to try to clear myself from the pain that felt like being used in a pinball machine, and saw my mother sitting down at the table, giving me a disapproving look as she was eating breakfast herself.

"What is with you making all that noise this early in the morning?" my mother said, frowning. "I thought you said you were up and ready for school, yet you're barely gotten dressed."

"I was getting dressed, but this monster woke me and dragged me through the house."

"That doesn't excuse you from getting yourself ready for school. You still had enough time to put on a shirt at least on, unless you want to walk around looking any way."

As my mother started to get more frustrated and began ranting at me, I immediately spaced out into my mind, where boredom is nonexistent and freedom is infinite in my domain. Swimming in different types of food with incredible tastes: roasted chicken, corn on the cob, beef patties freshly grilled, ice cream, and a chocolate fountain. The number of things I would do for a meal like that right now would have me on the FBI's top wanted list.

"Abraham! Are you even listening to a single word I am saying right now?" My mother snapped me back to reality and seemed even more furious.

"I was listening." "Okay then, tell me what I said then- and also tell me where my breakfast went!" My mother snapped as her plate was now empty, leaving behind a trail of crumbs along the table and onto the floor. My eyes followed the crumbs carefully and saw the trail ended with the snake eating a half-eaten sandwich.

With the snake shrinking in size and sliding back into my pants, both our hunger was satisfied for the time being. My mother sighed heavily and got up from the table. I could feel her radiating her frustration as if it was coming off her body, with her taking small sighs in between calming down.

"I didn't do anything. I was trying to get dressed. None of this is my fault!"

"Don't want to hear your excuses this early in the morning, and you can have the other plate on the table if you want. I don't have much time to talk when I have to get to work. Just keep yourself under control when going to school, and don't miss that bus when you're done with everything else this morning."

"That devil isn't me! If anything, I am just as upset as you are about this."

As I tried to explain to my mother the reason for the troubles that had just occurred, she ignored my words and walked off to get ready for the day.

Now, it wasn't my fault at all, and she knows it. I was trying to sleep peacefully and would have woken up on time without being dragged by a worm-slithering menace. It's the whole truth with no lies attached.

She acts like I can control whatever the demon does with my mind, as if I want to cobble up her food without question. News Flash: I can't do that even if I wanted to. If I could make that snake follow a simple basic command, my life would be ten times better than it is now. The only simple task I have gotten the snake to do is to leave me alone now and then, but even that was only if I had food on me. But it is a good thing; my hunger is gone for now, along with that snake, since I can get myself ready for the day.

I sat down at the table and smelled the aromatic scent of food coming from my plate. Without dealing with any annoyance of that reptile demon saint, I happily grabbed a fork and knife and was ready for a delicious meal to flow into my taste buds. Right before the swift motion of my hand went into my plate, I had a thought—a thought of action and cleverness.

A plan of action that could save me some trouble later with that unbearable limbless lizard.

Putting breakfast away for the time being will likely be beneficial for me in the long run, in case of any future snake problems. For some people, eating breakfast is something they wouldn't want to miss, but luckily for me, I already had breakfast in a way, so I don't feel too bad about missing it, even if I didn't entirely eat it myself.

After wrapping my breakfast in some tin foil I found in the counter drawers, my eyes took notice of a blue light blur almost outside my vision, by the window. I took a closer look towards the window, moving the blinds out of the way to see my mother already getting into her car. She wasn't joking about not being able to stay long.

But I have plenty of time on my hands before the bus rolls in, so I can relax and get myself prepared for the day.  

Seeing the wreckage of furniture laid out across the hallway and living room from the early events of that green monster had me thinking for a while as I cleaned up. If that snake had acted this way because it was a little hungry, who knows what terrors it would have committed if I were sitting starving in school one day. It would have popped out of my pants like a jack in the box, biting anything or anyone it sees in its sight. Just imagining the chaos it could cause in a classroom made my stomach twist with anxiety. Would everyone scream and run? Would the teachers call me a freak or worse? A nightmare I couldn't let happen, yet the odds of it occurring seemed high due to the snake's untamed behavior. Despite that, I couldn't help but hope there was a chance to fit in somehow, maybe even make some positives in my bizarre situation.

After finishing up with sweeping the floor and putting up the rest of the furniture back in place, I walked back into my room to put on some clothes and not worry about a snake trying to rip off my face. Clothes and other personal items were still scattered across the floor, torn apart with tiny pieces of material barely attached to them. Yet, not all my clothes were turned into chew toys, saving me the trouble of looking like I was beaten up in an alleyway.

The bottom of my dresser opened up from the reach of my hand, revealing the rows of neatly placed clothes with no sign of dirtiness or torn fabric. The snake had no clue of a hidden drawer on the side of the dresser, and it reminded me that I am still more intelligent than its pebble-sized brain. I picked out a long-sleeved yellow hoodie paired with some nice brown leather pants that stood out to me due to their unique style. Also, I couldn't forget the boots I had in my closet. Luckily, my shoes were safe behind the floorboard from underneath, so the snake had no clue of their location. I hid most of my everyday items around my room during the day, but I couldn't say the same for my other items that had already met their fates.

With my snake problem put away for the moment, I grabbed a bottle of hairspray and a comb to set my hair to perfection. I set my day in motion, and with some extra time on my hands, I could take a break. That rarely happens around here. Honk! Honk! Time isn't on my side today.