It was an early morning yesterday. I woke up before the dawn. The sky was still a shade of navy blue/midnight black, which suited me just fine. Bright lights hurt my eyes and sunlight is the brightest light I know.
I was hungry. I needed to go out there and get something to eat. But dawn would arrive soon. Too soon. I didn’t want to be out there when it came.
I could just sleep the day away and wait for nightfall. It seemed like such a good idea. I covered my head with my blanket and rolled over on my side.
My stomach roared and rowled its hunger.
I sighed and uncovered my head. I stared up into the dark. I could try to wait.
My stomach roared with all of its unholy might.
I sighed again and got out of bed. Hopefully, this morning’s hunt would be fast and easy.
Hopefully, my prey wouldn’t be someone I knew. I smiled at the thought. Most of the people I knew wouldn’t be caught outside this time of night. Still. Things happen. Strange, inexplicable things that send decent people out onto the streets at unholy hours.
Still, I hoped for it to be a complete stranger.
That was yesterday.
Today. Today, it’s midnight.
I sit alone on my bed.
I can’t sleep.
I don’t want to go out there.
I don’t want to kill anyone ever again.
I can still see her face. The shock. The pain. Her face paling to death.
I knew her.
I knew her and I killed her.
Something inside me hurts and it hurts bad.
I’m hungry again.
I don’t know what to do.