I Am Already Dead

Chapter 2

It's been a week since I made my way to Oregon. I have killed people once a day. I don't like killing people, but all of those people were men, they were doing crimes like rape, robbing, murdering someone in an alley. I don't eat the brains straight up, like I did the first time I fed, I blend it with normal food.

After a day in Oregon, I was able to buy a house. How? Well, the second guy's brain that I ate was rich and I know it was wrong, but he was going to rape a poor girl. So, when he was dead and I took his brain, I took his wallet too. He had tons of money in cash. IN CASH! Can you believe it! So, now, I am considered a billionaire. I also got to his credit card and I was able to get into his banking account.

When I eat a brain, I get parts of their memories and one of those memories was is account number. So, I took the money out, and put it in a new account and did all of that.

Okay, I'm getting off the point, but you get the gist of it. I have decided to start school, if anything, finish Senior Year. I woke up with my new phone  alarm. I yawn and stretched. I stood up from my bed  and headed to my wonderful bathroom. I hopped into the shower. When I was done, I hopped back out and wrapped a towel around my pale body. I looked at myself in the mirror. I still haven't gotten used to my pale skin and my white hair. I have thought about getting a spray tan and dying my hair, but I decided not too.

I walked over to my awesome walk-in closet and got dressed. I went back to my bathroom and did my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. I shook my head and walked downstairs to the kitchen. I took one of my stored brains from the fridge. I, then, walked to the cabinet and grabbed some frosted flakes. I chopped up the brain and put it in the bowl of frosted flakes, and then added some milk.

Now I know that, that doesn't sound good, but when does brains ever sound good. As I was eating, I started thinking about my new school. I enrolled as Blair Johnson, since everyone thinks Blair Taylor is dead. I wonder what people will think about my pale skin and white hair. Oh well, why should I care what they think? If anything, if they piss me off, I could just kill them.

When I finished eating, I put the bowl in the sink. I grabbed my backpack and walked out to my car. I started it and started heading to school. Here goes nothing.