No Arms (1)

I stagger backward as my eyes flicker. I trip over my leg, feeling frozen. My legs tremble, and in terror, I gaze at my arms. My right one looks like a mummy, while my left arm is simply gone. I scream, trying to escape my limbs. Like a beetle on its back, I retreat, until my bare back presses against the cold, rough wall. I inhale sharply, my heart racing, and I forget everything around me. My arms... they are gone! Useless! My right arm is shattered, scar after scar marking a lump of flesh thin as paper. It is nearly just bone, and I cannot move it. My eyes widen as a sharp pain seizes me. I try to move my left hand, but all I feel is a tickling and scratching sensation.