I am hungry (Adam stanheight)

Hunger

It's been days... maybe weeks since Lawerence left Adam, and that door has been closed. Adam has been bleeding from infection over taking his wounds. His brain is telling him he's close to death.
"Fuck" Adam whispers as he tries to ignore every pain and every emotion his brain is telling him to feel.
He tries to think of how happy Lawerence is with his family and how he's out in the world being a good dad. Sure, it's unfair to Adam that he is stuck here in a dirty ass bathroom when Lawrence promised that he would be back for him. Was that a lie? Was he in too much pain to remember he promised that? No... that couldn't be.. could it? Adam just sits there on the floor of the bathroom, thinking of his calm, collected doctor... As he sits there, the pain turns into something else. Hunger. A hunger that Adam had never felt before. A hunger so intense that he could not ignore it. Yes, Adam has gone days without eating before, whether it was him as a kid refusing to eat to rebel against his parents or that he was too broke to afford food. But he's never been this hungry... His eyes glanced around the room for something to eat. Suddenly, his eyes focused on Zepp's body. Adam began to cry, knowing that was the only thing he had to eat right now.
"Fuck.. fuck.. fuck! No, no," he screamed, his voice echoing through the room, reminding him he was the only one in there. He grabs the button he used to retrieve the tape recorder when Lawerence was there and covers Zepp's face with it. And hesitantly grabs a shard of glass and stares at it momentarily.
"I'm so sorry, Zepp..." Adam says, still crying and pressing the glass up to Zepp's stomach, which is exposed due to Adam using his clothes to sleep on.
He traces a small oval over his skin, and blood starts pouring out of the wound. Adam gags a bit from the smell but continues nonetheless. When he cuts the piece off, he stares at it in his hand for a second. The blood staining his hand red and flowing over his fingers onto the floor. But after a few seconds, he pops the piece of flesh into his mouth. The taste is bitter and metallic. Adam had never tasted something so gross. He resists the urge to gag and spit it up instead. He cuts a few more pieces off of Zepp's body and, one by one, eats them. Adam's teeth pierce through the layers of skin so slowly it is almost unbearable. The taste of human flesh was not a taste Adam wanted to taste at all, but here he was, eating it. When he swallowed, he took the shirt off Zepp's face and covered the wounds. All Adam could do was caress Zepp's face and repeatedly mutter something.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry..."