Don't give glitter to a zombie

Craving the knife

I turned down my street corner only to see Brother Z leaned against the bared fence, the looked like he was thinking about something but when he caught sight of me he grinned, he ran across the street, "Marry! Hello!"
"Hey man," I say with a grin, happy to see my friend,
"How was school? Was the classes to hard? Did-" Z began rambling,
"Yeah, it was fine," I sighed, we made it to my house, I reached for the door nob, but Z grabbed my hand, I looked up at him in surprise, he let go of my hand and sprinted into the grave yard, shouting goodbye. I shake my head and open the door.
When I entered the house I could tell something was wrong, for one their was broken glass in the kitchen, I look around worried, thinking it was a robbery, but my mind was changed when I saw Carol crying on the couch.
"Carol, what's wrong?!" I ask kneeling in front of her, she looked at me and covered her face, I though I saw something on her cheek, but she covered it to quickly,
"Nothing honey, just go to your room, I'll make dinner soon," My step mom whispered, then clammed up, I gave up and walked down the hall, to hear loud music coming from Karen's room, it was suspicious since I know she perfected earbuds. I open the door with a soft click only to almost puke, Karen was on top of some guy, sucking his soul out of his mouth, his hand in her pants. I gag and close the door, then rushing to my room, I shut the door, jumped onto my bed, and screamed into the pillows littered on it, this was horrible, I felt sick to my stomach ,but I ignored it, I propped myself on an elbow and grabbed the book from my bag, and opened it from where I left off,
•These zombies are the ones that can't be killed again physically, that's why they are depicted to be invincible at times, if a limb is cut off it could be sewn back on and fiction no differently then before.
•That being said some zombies begin to enjoy being torn apart, such behavior is seen in every zombie, though some just crave dying the same way they first did, even attempting to reenact their first death.
•These zombies are the only zombies that can not remember why they died in the first place, normally the event is completely erased, though their are cases where some say they could see them selves die in third person.
This must be why I can't remember the night I died! But I have to wonder, why is this kind of book in a school library?!
I closed the book, rubbing my eyes, I looked at the clock, 9 pm, guess Carol won't be making dinner then, it was fine, though, we normally scavenge around food anyway, I peak around the house, no one seemed to around or awake, I knew it would be risky but I was really really hungry. I made a silent dash for the ice box, lifted the lid silently, and dug around for the tinfoil holding the meat the twins gave me, I pulled it out and opened it up as silently as you could with tinfoil, then ripped a small chunk out of it, and shoved it into my mouth, suppressing a groan, I swallowed the meat and folded the meat back up and hid it one again.

I tip toe out of the kitchen only to bump into someone in the dark, I glance up only to flinch, it was my dad, full suit and car keys in hand, we stare at each other for a moment before I finally broke the silence, "Where are you going?"
"Out," He said in a gruff voice, a little surprised I spoke to him, he tried to walk past me but I startled him,
"Your wife was crying, probably still is, and your going 'out'?" I say, not even looking back, but I knew he was frozen behind me, "Tell your reason for going 'out' I said hello,"
With that he opened the door and left.
I solemnly walk back to my room, laying down on my bed. I toss and turn for a minute before sitting up, the weird feeling was back, I kept staring at my sleeve covered left wrist, until I tore off my first shirt, to reveal the gaz now, I jumped when it suddenly felt like my wrist was on fire, I ran to the bathroom, locked the door, and tore off the gaz, showing the neatly stitched cut, it was clearly throbbing. I look around, suddenly feeling like the walls where closing in, I tremble and jump into the bathtub, holding myself tightly, making quite whimpers every now in then.
I eyes searched the bathroom for anything sharp, then I noticed it, the knife was still in the bathroom, hidden by grey towels on the floor, my hands snakes out from around me, grabbing for the knife, my fingers touched the cool handle, sending a shock to my system. My fingers curl around the handle, lifting it up slowly, bringing it to the nice stitching, oh no, I don't want to mess up Jean's work! But my body didn't seem to care, my right hand move with Precision as it sawed the thread right up the middle, allowing the gash to spread apart. I tossed the knife away, then reach for the nob on the bath, but thought for a moment and slipped off my shoes, then turned the water on.
The bath tub filled up faster then it did the first time, and the water was not red, but all for that stuff it was the same. I rested my head on the rim and closed my eyes, relaxing, enjoying the odd sensation washing over my body, like it was light as a feather, but still felt weighted. After a while I open my eyes only to be confused, then realized I was under water, I must of slipped all the way under when I was thinking, I noticed I really didn't need to breath, and saw no reason to get out. I stayed under for a while longer before odd images began to form on the surface of the water, it looked like me and my dad where yelling at each other, but I couldn't hear anything we where saying, only the sound of Carol's sobs could be heard, they repeated until I jumped out of the water, and onto the bathroom floor, sobbing, shaking, trying to urge the images and cries away. Soon all feeling in my body left me, and I stayed on the floor numb, wound open, staring blankly at the bath tub, but suddenly I felt something warm over me, and strong arms picking me up.