Live Spelled Backwards

Hunger

I felt my stomach growl as I lied in my bed.  I searched around my room for food, but found nothing. Oh Well . I got up out of my blanlet and walked away heading for the stairs. For some reason, I didn't want to walk down the stairs... I wanted to jump .

And so I did. I jumped down the stairs.

And suprisingly.... It didn't hurt the slightest bit when I landed on the tile of the kitchen.

I opened up the fridge and searched around for food. The only thing I found was some moldy spaghetti from a few weeks ago (I really wanted to put "About a week ago ) So I slipped my converse and my hoodie on and walked out the back door.

It was dark, and a half moon was barely visible through the heavy clouds. Not a star in the sky. I was on my way to the 24 hour convienent store, but I stopped dead in my tracks near an alley. I allowed myself to look into the dark pathway, and what I saw was just as horrible as last night. That boy and that little girl.

But only this time, it was a middle aged man and a teenage boy. I heard the boy screaming "Please don't please no" Over and over again. But the man bit into his arm and started eating him. My face burned. My stomach growled. Why am I so interested in this in a positive way I thought to myself.

Before I could stop myself, I launched myself at the boy and bit into his shoulder.