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I've always told myself that I would never die alone. I guess that wasn’t true nothing I said or thought had ever come true. Not even going to school. I wished to go to school science I was around 8; but I'm 13 now and I don’t even think that will happen. I've also dreamt of going outside farther than my front yard. All the things I have ever wanted have never come true.

My parents make sure of it. The only reason they do is because they don’t want anybody seeing the scars. I have them all over they cover most of my body. The only part that isn't covered is my back. I never knew why they purposely missed it but they did. Maybe they don’t want to mess up my spine; but then again why would they do this to me in the first place.

I'm home schooled that’s how I know what I do. The best thing that has happened to me was home school. That’s how I learned to make things sharp. I use the sharp things to make myself bleed in only two places. The only two places that are made from me, and not my parents. I just wished I was normal.

I would do anything to get out of this place I call home, and finally be normal. I've escaped many times but, what I have done when I escaped was oddly fun. I didn’t mean to I was just mad and needed to get out my anger. Nobody knows but the victims. They put up a good fight sometimes, other times it was easy. And boy it filled my stomach when I was hungry.

I'm glad the cops never got past my parents. I would have been in jail if they would have. I couldn’t help myself, the first time I tasted them I knew I had to get more. Killing was my new hobby, besides from eating their dead bodies. The first bite was amazing. Tasted like the best steak you could buy, mixed with the blood. The blood was the best part. I often just filled water bottles with their blood for later.

Being a cannibal was taking over my sanity. I often had rage dreams of me eating my parents alive. But I could never do something like that to them. Well unless I got mad enough. The only thing I could do was hope I wouldn’t get that mad. No I'm not a vampire either, but I do feel like one. This is just an addiction, well a bad one.

I do a lot of bad things, but nothing worse than that. Unless cutting my wrists is worse but I don’t think it is. Nothing could be I am a cannibal and what's worse than that.

It was night time, around eight thirty and I was able to slip out the rusty barbwire fence. But it would be hard I could see my dad’s bright blue T.V. light on thru his window. I needed to be as quiet as possible. Or I would get caught in my crime. I went to the old park on elm street two houses down from where I lived.

I didn’t want to get in trouble by getting caught by neighbors. I didn’t want to get caught by anybody and I was doing a good job of keeping it a secret. I thought about my violent dreams at the park bench alone for a long time. I suddenly herd my father yelling as loud as he could. I wasted too much time at the park, I needed to go back home.

I ran as fast as I could to my back yard. I was on the street about 1 minute away from my house. Half a minute away I started to freak out. I thought I would never leave my room again. There it was the fence gate to my house, I was home. Now I had to get inside. The gate was locked and latched so that I couldn’t get in without climbing. I needed to think fast should I climb the barbwire or should I walk in through the door.

I didn’t have much time to think and, I heard my dad walking outside. Without warning I went to the back part of the rusty brown fence and climbed to the top. But now for the hard part, getting over the sharp knife likes wire. I got one leg over perfectly, now for the other leg. I lifted it with caution, but apparently not enough.

I almost yelled in pain. My leg was stuck in part of the wire. I felt the blood rush down my leg and onto the fence. And about three seconds later I heard three words that got me to move. "There you are." my father yelled. As an effort to make my escape I started to squirm. I got out but also made the cut longer and deeper. Everything was starting to go black. What was going to happen to me. Without thinking I ripped my leg out of the barbwire deathtrap, and ran as fast as I could to my house.

I could see the house getting bigger as I got closer. And then there it was the entrance to my room. The only place I would be safe. Nothing made me as scared as this. Nothing could, not even death. The hole in my wall was right there, all I had to do was get inside it and maybe I could be protected. Even if the only thing that protected me was its think caged in walls.

I could hear footsteps getting closer but this time they didn’t come from my dad they were quiet. Like the sound my mother made when she walked. I didn’t know if I was going to die, but I knew that whoever it was had to open five locks before they could get in my room. I heard 1 click first lock down, two clicks second lock down. Three clicks third lock down, and finally the last click. I backed in the corner in fear for my life. But what I found wasn’t death.

"We don’t have much time you have to hurry." said an unfamiliar voice.

"Wait! Who are you" I asked.

"I’ll explain later just get your things and come with me!" the stranger commanded.

I grabbed everything that was truly important to me as fast as I could. Witch wasn’t that fast because it was only one thing. A black backpack filled with money clothes and a knife. grabbed my hand and pulled it as hard as she could. We jolted out the room and turned the corner to see that all the possible exits but one were blocked. Well all but one.

Suddenly I remembered digging a hole under my bed leading outside a couple months ago. I stole her hand and told her to follow me. She looked confused but went with it anyways. As we got closer the screams got louder and louder. There it was the door to my bedroom. We were going to make it out alive. Unless my father who was waiting for me in my room with a knife to kill us.

I reached into my backpack and pulled out my knife. I knew that this wasn’t going to be easy. I begged him to just let me thru but like always he said no. I knew that I didn’t want to have to fight to the death with a family member. But better to lose his life then mine. I ran at him and swung at his face, yes I hit him. It went deep but not deep enough, I came at him again and this time we both lost our knives, but I got cut.

I didn’t want to expose my cannibalism to the stranger but I had to or we wouldn’t make it out alive. I ran at him, and he did just what I wanted him to do. He tried punching me right in the arm but I grabbed his hand and bit into it. I continuously bit off parts of his skin off until his arm had half of his skin missing. I had to do it even though I didn’t want to it had to be done.

She acted so normal as I made my father my dinner. It was almost as if she had seen this kind of thing happen before. My hand reached out to hers, and I guided her to the deep hole under my bed. She looked confused and clueless to why we were going to my bed. So I showed her the hole and we crawled in and escaped thru the backyard garden.

I use to think the garden was beautiful, now it’s just a pile of dirt and some color. My body was drained of all energy, I had none left to use. My knees fell to the floor and quickly got back up. She said she had a car right in front of my house. There was no way that I wouldn’t make it to the car, I had to. We unlocked the gate and ran out. She had a worried look on her face. The car was right in my reach; I could do it I made it.

The car was small and dark. I could barely see anything except the outside where the dull lights shined on the street. I asked her what her name was. It was Jennifer; I didn’t know anybody with that name. That made me sure that this was a stranger to me. She might have knew me but I sure didn’t know her. I fell asleep thinking of who she was.

When I woke I started exploring where I was. It was dark the only light that I saw came thru what looked like a floorboard. Where was I, was I going to die, would I ever get out, where was Jennifer? All these questions were running thru my head. Then I heard an unfamiliar voice coming from above me. Should I ask for help, keep quiet, or should I just wait for something to happen. My choice was made I would ask for help even if it got me killed.

I opened my mouth ready to speak when something grabbed me.

"You need to be quiet or we will both be dead."

I was glad to hear a voice that I knew. But I wasn’t very happy to hear what was said. I immediately shut my mouth in fear for my life.

"What's going to happen to us? Where are we?" I asked

I got a response but not one I enjoyed. The response I got was her grabbing my mouth to keep me quiet. I could tell that these meant things were bad. The only thing I could wonder was how bad and how long I would let darkness consume my life. Should I fight it and run or should I stay with somebody that could help me. I'm sure I’d be fine on my own but would I be strong with a friend alongside me.

I got up and told her I was going to run and live on my own, but I don’t think she liked that idea. She help me down on the floor of wherever of where I was. All I knew was that it was cold and very wet hard. Since I was on my back my shirt was getting wet. I had a feeling that I was on what felt like mud or dirt.

The light was getting brighter and bigger fast. The entry way was getting bigger by the second. Someone was coming down, who was it and what did they want? What if it was me? What if I couldn’t give them what they wanted? The door opened and all I could think was I was dead for sure.

All of those thoughts changed when I heard what the person had to say. "You can come out if you want" the stranger stated.

"Who are you? Where am I? what's going on?" I asked.

"Just relax everything is going to be ok."

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"Alright I believe you, but can you just tell me where I am please."

"Your at my house. Iv'e been watching you for a while and i think i can help you."

"Wait whats wrong with me?"

"One of the most dangerous creatures on the earth realm. your a descendant of the most foul demon known to man. Lucifer. And by the way my names Jennifer"


I couldn't believe it how could I be a descendant of him. I asked her how I was a descendant of him an the result was bone chilling. How could this be possible should I even believe this person, I did just meet her. It did make at least a little bit of sense. I mean I am a cannibal and all. Well I guess I have to give her a chance, I mean if she is right and she can help me ill take the help.


I instantly felt something in my body, an then a voice in my head. It was telling me not to listen to her, and not to take the help. it told me to kill them. I needed to tell her about this it was nothing to joke about. This was a problem. But before I could make a sound I fell to the floor in pain.


Jennifer looked at me with confusion she didn't know what was going on. Until something pulled me to the floor and started cutting my arms and body. I started puking blood all over the floor and screaming. I called to Jennifer as loud as I could for help. She looked back and kept walking.


There is somebody else inside my head. And hes making me give up. I'm being taken down from the inside out, i think I'm gonna die here. i yelled out "I need your help now when nothings making sense" to Jennifer. But she still walked away. Great my only hope of survival just ran scared. This will for sure be the day of my death.