Please Just Listen
They’re upset at me because I ate that girl.
I’m sorry for doing it, so sorry, and I want to tell them that, but they won’t give me the chance. When I got up I was so hungry and confused and I couldn’t control myself. She was the closest person and she smelled so good, felt so warm, and as I peeled her open she ran down my throat and filled my whole body with the warmth and I was full like I’d never been before. Then my head started to clear and the hunger subsided and I saw what I’d done. And I wasn’t the only one who’d seen it. Everyone started screaming and pointing at me, running away.
Why are they acting like this? I want to tell them I’m sorry. I want to tell everyone that I wasn’t myself, that I’m better now and that I won’t do it again. I just need some kind of help but any time I get close to anyone they just start screaming at me.
Now I’m surrounded by screaming people, waving guns and flashing lights in my eyes and God the lights are so bright, it feels like they’re burning a hole in my head. I try to talk to them, try to yell at them to stop and give me a chance to explain but something’s wrong with my throat and the only thing that comes out is a kind of sickly wet rattle. They hear it and they scream at me even more. A girl even faints when I try to talk again.
Maybe I could write it down. Maybe one of them has a pen and paper and I could just write a few words to tell them that I’m okay, that I won’t hurt them and that they don’t need to scream anymore. I try to walk over to the closest person, but he yells something and points his gun at me. Put that down, I try to say, just let me explain, but he pulls the trigger and the bullet hits me in the stomach and I hit the ground. It doesn’t hurt, just makes me sad and makes my stomach cold. It takes a while to get back on my feet, and when I do the man throws the gun at me and runs. I turn around and everybody’s just staring at me like I’m a monster and I’m starting to get angry. I haven’t done anything to them, anything at all, except for what I did to that girl, but I’m sorry! I’m sorry for what I did to her, don’t they see that? But they just keep screaming.
Another gunshot, and the bullet hits my arm and I spin and topple over backward. It doesn’t hurt but I try to scream anyway, to shout at them to make them stop, but the same wet rattle is all that comes out, louder now.
I hear another rattle and look back and the girl from before is standing up. She looks confused and scared like I was just a minute ago, and everyone starts screaming more and turning to look at her. My anger boils over. They’re going to hurt her because of what I did to her, they’re not going to listen when she asks for help.
I stagger up and the anger burns my eyes and pushes me forward. They’re treating us like monsters for things that aren’t our fault. Fine. They’re not going to listen so I’ll show them what a monster I can be. They won’t stop screaming so I’ll give them something to scream about.
I was starting to get hungry again anyway.
