Rewritten Zora Neale Hurston paragraph

So Laura started to feel pain. Pain, that frightening being with sharp nails and a quick tongue who lived in the shadows. The all-consuming one who waits on the porch like a thorn waiting to pierce the flesh of the victim. What need has Pain for a cure, and what remedies can stand in his way? He watches his puny prey from beneath the porch that is hidden by the world. Waits patient and lurking for many hours with his breath deep and concentrated, waiting for the victim to bid him come. Been waiting by before one could die or why was a lie. She was sure to find a scale from his back, lying by her porch any day now. She was afraid and nervous too. Poor Tom! He should not be left by hisself to handle it alone. She suggested Sergius go to him, but Tom said No. These friends gave sho good advice for what they have fixed before, but didn't know how to fix something like this. He'd be alright once the man with the bag found what had been his problem. He wasn't going to die at all. That was what he thought. But Sergius told her something else, so she knew. And then if he hadn't, the next morning she was sure to find out, for neighbors  began to crowd around the yard in the flowers and on top of the newly painted porch. People who would not have been seen in sight around the house now came in. Just sat on the porch and waited. Fear, that silent beast, had enclosed the porch.