Hunger of Killing

Chapter 1- Hunger of Killing

Hunger of Killing

 There was a sixteen year old girl called Claire, and she was a killer but nobody knew her secret. She was adopted at the age of 2. Her birth parents died in a car accident. Every once in a while Claire feels hunger to kill people. The innocent child that she killed when she was 12, and the old weak man that she killed at the age of 14. Those are only examples of the innocent people that died on the hands of Claire.

Dear diary,                                                                                               

Today is the day, the day that hunted me for 16 years. The last time I killed someone was 3 months ago. Now I am hungry again. It's so irresistible it frightens me, and what's even more frightening is that it feels good. I am a monster and I know it.

"Claire! You're going to be late for school." Shouts mom.

"Coming mother" I shout back.

 I grab my backpack and hurry downstairs. I snatch my breakfast and hurry to the car. Mother drives me to school every day, but today there's something weird. I feel hunger…. Not the hunger of every human being. The hunger of a killer, I want to kill my own mother! I try not to look at her, but the hunger is killing me.

"What's wrong with your eyes Claire?" says mom.

I quickly look at my eyes on the car mirror. I immediately freak out, and look away as fast as possible.

"Umm… I didn’t sleep well last night" I answer quickly.

"Make sure you get enough sleep today" She says.

"Sure mother" I reply.

 We finally reach school and I feel hungrier than ever. I try to avoid people as much as I can, but it's killing me. This curse is the worst thing anyone can imagine. It can never be stopped.

"Hi Claire, How are you doing?" asks Juliette

Juliette has been my friend since 4th grade and she's my only friend. She doesn't know my secret but she respects my privacy. She never interferes when I'm in the hunger of killing mode.

"I'm good, sorry I got to run" I hurriedly answer, and start walking towards the class without looking back.

"Claire please wait!" she calls out, and she starts running towards me.

"I have a party tomorrow. You have to come."  She informs me.

 I start to think of all the worst possible scenarios that could happen. There's no way that I'm going to the party. As much as I want to go to the party, I definitely can't.

"I'm sorry Juliette I can't go" I tell her.

"What! Why not? Do you have any better plans?"

"No, I just can't"

The bell rings. I look at Juliette's sad face, and I feel guilty. I sigh.

"Ok I'll try to come" I say.

"Thank you! I promise that you won't regret it" She says happily.

 After school Claire is feeling the extreme need to kill someone, and she doesn't know what to do. She hurries to her home without speaking with anyone or looking at anyone.

Dear Diary,

I haven't killed anyone yet, and I don't know if I can survive this. Tomorrow is going to be an extremely tough day. I've decided to go to Juliette's party because she's been my friend since forever and this is the least that I can do for her.

The phone buzzes and I get up to see the message.

*8:30 at my house…give me your final answer! –Juliette*

I hesitate with my answer. I'm not sure what could happen.

*Yes. –Claire*

I lay down on my bed and close my eyes, and without realizing I fall asleep. The nightmares start crawling into my mind. I see faces of all the people that I have killed. I struggle as I see the 5 year old child that I killed. I suddenly wake up, and I'm scared. When will this end? Is there a cure to this curse?

 I look at the clock hanging on my wall and I stare at it for so long. I don't even realize that I have been staring at it for 4 hours. Mum knocks on the door softly.

"Claire, sweetheart its time to go to school" says mother.

Without feeling it I see myself chocking my mother, and she's suffering. She's begging me, and I'm enjoying it.

"Claire Stop!"  Dad screams

Dad is very strong, he quickly pushes me away and I trip backwards.

"I'm sorry. I'm very sorry" I say, and the shame grows on my shoulders.

"What were you thinking!?" dad exclaims. He's helping mom get up .

"I don't know. I'm sorry" I say as tears run down my face.

"Just forget it. Get ready for school and I'll wait for you in the car" He says angrily.

I wipe my tears and start getting ready. I don't bother taking my breakfast. I sit on the front seat next to my dad. He looks very disappointed. He sighs and starts the engine. No one talks for the rest of the time. Dad stops the car and waits for me to go out of the car. I get out without hesitation. In school Juliette is waiting for me next to my locker. When I see her I feel the need to kill her. My eyes start to turn red and I'm trying to control myself.

"Claire? Are you OK?"  She asks worriedly.

"I'm OK." I say, as I start making my way towards the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I start to cry. I can't help it. This curse is permanent and I know it. I just don't want to face the fact. A senior girl enters the bathroom. She asks me if I'm ok. I don't answer her I quickly wash my face. And when I look at her face…..

I'm smashing her head and the blood is all over my hands. I rip her fingers one by one. I tear her arms, and I hear her bones crack. Her eyes are widened as I hear her heart stop. it's as easy a tearing a paper. I'm enjoying it very much. I stop when I hear someone entering the bathroom I pick up the body parts speedily and I enter a stall, and  I'm surprised at how fast I am. It's Juliette she's looking for me. She stops after calling my name several times. She walks out of the bathroom without hesitation.

 I look at the body parts near my legs, and my hand that's now full of blood. I pull out the garbage bag and start filling it with this innocent person's body parts. I throw the garbage bag out of the window, and I quickly wash my hands. This is my first kill since three months but I still need more.

-Nada Aleryani

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