2
years. 2 long and agonizing years I've suppressed my hunger. After
watching the outbreak of searches for Jenna after her disappearance,
I feel guilty. She was an only child, to a mother with no lover or
family to speak of other than Jenna. I've been suppressing my hunger
ever since, never again will my stomach do the thinking for me. I
still have her shoes and I wear them quite regularly in her
remembrance, even though the memories torment me.
Right
after graduation I moved in with a guy I ha

A
year had passed before I began to be hit hard by that persistent
hunger once again. It was such a long time and I had entertained the
idea almost daily of snatching up an unsuspecting victim and making
them disappear into the dark pit that is my stomach. But I knew too
well what would happen then, if I gave in to the hunger too often I
feared it would take over and my voice of reason would retreat into
the back of my mind. I would become a mindless glutton and I couldn't
have that. I needed to

I
could never quite explain where it started, or why. All I know is
that I devoured my first prey my Junior year in High School. I’m
not even sure where I got the idea that eating someone would actually
work in real life. I suppose you can say it started out with a long
line of dreams I kept having where I would eat my friends. I never
digested them though, the dreams always ended with me spitting them
back out and making sure they were safe. It was different when I ate
Nick though… I knew t