Dark Charms

Dead Tears 0

Y/N watched as the man screamed. He screamed so loudly that she almost laughed at how comical it all seemed.

His limbs were gone, leaving nothing but a husk with a head left.

"It does hurt doesn't it? Being eaten alive I mean. The pain as everything is torn out from you". She said with a soft laugh as his screams died down.

He was losing a lot of blood and most likely would die soon.

But she had wanted a slow death.

A slow painful death for this man.

"You know what else is painful Anthony? Being captured by a cannibalistic tribe. Watching your friends be eaten and torn apart. Being deprived of any humanity as youre prepared as their dinner. But instead being a fucking offer for some God".

The last part made her burst into laughing. She kneeled over slapping her leg in mirth.

"And you brought me to them!! You told me there was nothing to fear. Not telling me about anything of the region. Isn't that just so fucking funny?!" Y/N laughed tears streaming down her face.

The nearly dead man lay on the ground, staring at her blankly now, feeling a horrible sensation take over him.

Y/N calmed down as she wiped away the tears.

"You must excuse me. I haven't really been the same these days".

"See?"

She whispered the last part, lifting her shirt, and showing him what seemed to remain of her once human body.

And laughing once more at his dying face.

If life was meant to be a comedy horror then Y/N was smack dab in one.

A horror that pushed her over the edge.

After her fun dinner, Y/N scrubbed the floors clean, humming to herself as her home phone rang.

She stilled listening as the voice mail flickered on.

"Hey Y/N. You ok? Nobody's seen you these days. I'm.. I'm just worried about you. If you need anybody to talk too just know I'm here". The soft spoken voice of her friend echoed after the message tone ended.

Y/N giggled to herself.

How funny. Now everyone was worried.

Nobody seemed to ever care before.

They sure as hell didn't care when she had been found. Or when she had managed to come back to the US in shock.

Or when the news kept begging to get stories with her, prompting her to get any security for her own sake.

The money that the lawyers had promised her.

Yeah nobody truly cared when you're known as the freak who survived being eaten alive.

Y/N got up, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, heading to the small backyard she owned.

Opening the door, she lit up her cigarette, breathing in both the tobacco and the outside air.

It was crisp and cold. Winter was coming soon.

As she exhaled a large groaning noise echoed from her stomach.

It was hungry again.

It was always hungry.

Closing her eyes, Y/N laid her head against the cool screen door, thinking back to when things had been normal.

When she had once been just a typical person working her ass off for her dreams.

And even when her dreams became a reality, they all crashed down, like a beautiful gory stack of cards.

She giggled again as she eagerly sucked on the cigarette.

She could remember how it was before.

Before her life completely changed. Before her humanity was ripped right beneath her feet.

And if there was a story teller they would probably start with 'Once upon a time', wouldn't they?

So she wanted to think back.

Once upon a time.