I have been sick. I feel like the beetle Gregor in Franz Kafka's The Metamorphosis. I awake in my bed, finding that I cannot move an inch because of my weak state. I look around the room at my old self. The one that was lively and exciting. I try to get up and return to that self, but it seems impossible. My legs do not work, I like Gregor, has to relearn to use them. They are hot and weak and wobbly. Therefore I do not even move out of bed the first day. My parents come in and look at me, wonder what I could have caught. They bring me food, to my suprise the things I used to like I cannot stand. But then, I cannot stand any normal food anymore. By the end of the day, I try to eat the apples. Apples usually make my mouth itch, but I ate them without problem, unlike the rest of the food that was brought. My mom comes in, looks at the plate in dissapointment, and takes it away. I feel like Gregor, trapped, insecure, ill. However, I am not like Gregor, my family loves me and supports me. I do get better. I start eating more. I start walking more. I start thinking and reading properlly once again. The evil, horrible, stomach virus has left me to catch someone else. My brother's understanding and feeling of the same kind of miserable state strengthens me, while he becomes weak.!