Zepedeskio Creepypasta

When I was younger, around 6 or 7 (hard to remember) I was a huge fan of the company that made the Zepedeskio app. It was like the future! But that all changed when I was 16.

So, I'm 16 and using the Zepedeskio app chatting with my friend. This is where it started. Once I get in the call I notice my friend is wearing Zepedeskoids on their arms, so I tap one of them. My friend Zack then taps one of mine, I feel a sharp pain in my head and realize, I Don't have any Zepedeskoids on my body. I instantly freak the hell out and go off the call. I feel another sharp pain on my back, I turn around and see my brother standing in the doorway. I instantly start feeling multiple sharp pains on the upper half of my body, I yell to my brother in distress "Close your damn eyes!" my brother closes his eyes and the pain stops. I run into the closet in my room and close the doors. I say from the closet to my brother "Open your eyes!" He does. I then say to him "Look at my arm, I'm in the closet!" I stick my arm out of the closet and the second my brother looks at it, sharp pain. I take my arm back in the closet.

I explain to my brother what's happening and the situation I'm in. He leaves to get mom to see if it's just him who can hurt me. Mom comes in the room and I tell her to look at my arm, I stick my arm out, and boom, sharp pain. I put my arm back in the closet. I’m not surviving this. It's like the Zepedeskoids were in my body. I yell to mom "Give me a mirror!" 15 minutes later and she comes back with the requested item and I take it without them looking at me. I then tell my mom to leave the room and say to my brother "Try to look at my face." I leave the closet with the mirror covering my face, he looks, and no pain. I go back into the closet.

I think the only way to survive this is to cover my entire body with a mirror. Me and my family do own a giant mirror but, I need to get a job. And to do that, I need to show my face. And with no job, no money for food, no food, I'll starve. I'll be able to survive for some years if my family gets me food, but when they die, I’m done for.

If you have any way to help me in this situation. Please tell me!