Hidden Death: Part I

Day 1: Today, some kid bit me. Stupid kids. Other than that, my day was uneventful. Nothing happened, as usual. I got this journal, though. I think it’s a good idea for me to write down my thoughts.

Day 5: Today, I bit my best friend. I don’t know why. It was strange. We were hanging out, eating, laughing, then all of a sudden, bam. I just bit him. I was so embarrassed and confused and I apologized a bunch of times. Luckily, I have a reputation of being random. I still feel really embarrassed. Why did I do that?

Day 7: I bit another person today. It was just some random stranger on the subway and I probably have some sort of disease from putting my mouth on them. I’m so confused. What’s wrong with me?!

Day 12: Why do I keep biting people?! I’m afraid to go out in public at this point. People are scared of me after they see me bite people. I swear I don’t want to! People don’t even taste nice and I’ve probably got like 7 S.T.I.s at this point. What the hell is going on?!

Day 14: I forgot about that little kid who bit me. I have stopped seeing anyone for any reason. I am scared of myself and almost certain that I’m passing around some sort of disease. The kid must have given it to me.

Day 15: The lack of human contact is driving me insane. You are the only one I have left. There is nothing good outside. I looked at the news today, everyone is biting each other. Apparently that kid died too. No one can explain anything. Is this chaos all my fault?! What have I done? What am I going to do? I really wish you could write back. I hate this loneliness.

Day 16: I just realized I turned on a zombie movie yesterday, not the news. All that’s happening is more violent crime. I haven’t heard of any biting people. I must really be going crazy. I need to sleep. Haven’t done that in a while. I’ll write again tomorrow.

Day 17: Oh no! I forgot about my best friend. He must have the disease too. Maybe I can hang out with him then. But how could he want to hang out with me when I gave him a disease that makes him randomly bite people.

Day 24: Sorry I haven’t written in a while. I talked to my friend and he forgave me. We’ve been hanging out for a week or so now. I’m so glad to have company again. I was starved for human touch. I want to go outside and be happy again. I think I’m okay to leave now. I feel okay.

Day 25: I have to go outside again. I’m running out of food and I need more toilet paper. I don’t want to leave today. Today is the anniversary of my mom’s death. Today I’ll mourn.

Day 26: I tried to go outside today. I’m so sorry. I bit person after person. I could taste their blood in my mouth. I could taste their flesh. I liked it. What have I become?! I ripped someone apart. I’m still covered in her blood. It smells so good. I want to drink it. Help me, someone, please. help. I’m never going outside ever again.

Day 27: Someone knocked on my door today. I ate them. I still have their bones on my kitchen table. I don’t even know why they were here or what gender they were. I’m so scared and disgusted with myself. Why does human flesh taste so good and how could a disease do this to someone?! Why am I so f***ed up?! What have I done? There are human bones on my kitchen table. Who have I become?!!

Day 32: I am so hungry. Food is no longer appealing to me. I want to go outside again. I want to slaughter people. I want to taste their blood and flesh. I want to hear their screams as I rip their organs from them. I want to taste their pain. I want them to hurt and get devoured.

Day 37: I’m not feeling so well. I went out again. I killed so many people. Innocent people. They didn’t deserve this. I killed them. I slaughtered them like cattle. What have I become?!

TOD: 05:23 11 September 2120

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