My life wasn’t always this hard; in fact it used to be almost perfect. In the beginning, I had it all. I had a big house, a wealthy family, and even a beach house. But everything changed on my last day of seventh grade.
You see, it just started out as a normal day with my mom making breakfast. My dad was getting ready for work, my older brother, Jagger, was getting ready for school. He left to go to the bus and I grabbed my backpack and left. When I got to school, all was normal, until I got home. The door was unlocked, so I just went inside as usual. But when I looked down on the couch, my brother lay down on the floor in a pool of blood. Dead. I ran into the kitchen, only to find both of my parents both dead in a pool of blood on the floor by the island. I went and sat on the kitchen table and saw a note.
“Dear Mr. & Mrs. Hawthorne,
I warned you not to double cross us. We’ll be over soon to collect what is now owed. Don’t try to run, we’ll find you.
Sincerely,
A.T. Thompson.”
I threw the letter down and let out a wail. Why me? What did I do wrong? I sat at the table for hours sobbing. Then, I realized, I shouldn’t tell anyone about this, not even the cops. I couldn’t let anyone take what’s left of them away from me.
After that, for the remainder of the week, I finished off the remaining food in the house. Then after that week, I began to run out of food and there was no money. So I went down to our twenty-two degree wine cellar, and looked at my dead family members. I remembered having read somewhere before, that humans can eat other humans to survive. This is where my problem began. I did what I could to survive, but that just meant I had to become a cannibal. But that was back when I was thirteen, now I’m sixteen and I kill people for food. When I ate my family’s bodies, I instantly craved more so I killed a man with a gun. Now I just kill multiple families a time, and hide them in my wine cellar. I still go to school and act like nothing happened. If everyone found out then I’d either go to foster care or jail, so it’s a complete secret.
After school today, I got home and saw a note, much like the one that I found the day of my parents murder.
“Dear Sullen Hawthorne,
It has been noticed that you’re the last Hawthorne, not only that, but you didn’t tell anyone about the murder. Also the idea that you are in fact, a cannibal and that you murdered many people; including one of our own for food. We believe in the saying, ‘A life for a life,’ so we look forward to seeing you soon.
Sincerely,
A.T. Thompson.”
I gasped. They were coming back for me. Fine, let them come. Years of killing people for food would come in handy. I quickly grabbed my collection of knives, shanks, and guns and ran outside to the woods. Yeah, I hunt. But I wouldn’t dare hunt or eat an animal.
I hid until I saw two men trying to hunt a deer. They hid behind a tree, which was thirty feet away from me. I stood silent, then threw the two shanks at each of their backs. They soon crumpled to the snow, dead. I will kill these idiots for killing my family. My family’s the reason I kill and eat humans. These hunters could’ve killed my family for all I know. All I know right now, is that I won’t stop until I’m eating A.T. Thompson’s carnivorous flesh and I’ve finally gotten my revenge.
~Three months later~
I walked home with a satisfied look on face as I hauled the dead man’s body. I have my usual weapons on me; a fully loaded rifle, two shanks, and poison-dipped arrows for my compound bow. I unlocked the back door and drug the fresh corpse in behind me. All of the sudden, I heard a quiet patter of someone’s feet to the left of me. Crap. I then heard it behind me and I turned around and shot the three men once with my poison-dipped arrows. They dropped to the floor dead. I turned to the left and threw my shank at a big black man with dreadlocks, who quickly dodged it. As soon as I threw my final shank at him, I was hit. I collapsed to the floor. I couldn’t feel anything below my waist.
“Sullen, we warned you not to fight,” said a deep, dark voice. Then as if on cue, a man stepped into view. He was tall, with dark brown eyes, graying hair, and piercing blue eyes.
“No. You. Didn’t,” I bit out with venom.
“Ah, Sullen, I believe it was implied. I thought you’d of learned from the murder of your family, the way they struggled.”
I gasped and he cackled at me.
“Yes Sullen, My name is A.T. Thompson. I killed your family, the same way I’m killing you. Any final words?”
I screamed and tried to shoot him in the heart with my rifle, but missed. He just grinned evilly and injected me with some sort of poison. My breathing slowed and I closed my eyes as I floated into the darkness.
