Cаnnibal ~ Рhan

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~Dan's POV

The white surrounded me once again. The walls were only as immaculate as I'd left them, which was not very. They were tainted. Blood still remained from some time ago. It had been too long since I'd been here. It felt like decades. In reality, almost a month. I wasn't sad. I didn't miss being here, for once in my life. Nothing seemed to matter but Phil.

He had consumed all of my thoughts, was the person I had allowed to take over me. All I needed was to be against him and feel him. It had become my most pressing desire. More than the need to escape here and be in my hideaway. It gave me comfort still, but not of that I had gathered in his arms. My happy place had evolved to a person I cared for. A man I loved rather than a hidden room below the surface of the world. It was never my reality, it wasn't real. But Phil is.

He loves me. I would have never believed it without his honest admittance, it still seemed fictional. I viewed him so highly. I had put him on a pedestal that I had convinced myself was out of reach. I had never expected that it wouldn't matter. He let me love him anyways. He stepped down in my eyes. It gave me both happiness and a sense of guilt. He could do better, but then I couldn't be happier without him.

I sat within the four walls that enclosed me. I felt sane for once. It was unsettling. Comfort accompanied it... I liked it. I pondered why it appealed me. It had to be Phil of course. He was the one who made me as sane as I could be. While still upholding my habit and all. Although, things were changing inside me. Maybe for the better.

My hunger was lacking. I have felt it less and less as the days have past.

It consistently gnawed and fed on me until I give into the satisfaction. But the addictive nature had started to fade. It was incomprehensible, nothing had ever had the power to stop it before. But the changes had. I felt uneasy and conflicted as I had no knowledge of how to confront this turn of events. The fear of the unknown was the cause of my dismay. I needed to hope it was for the best.

I felt myself zone out, I was going into my headspace. An area I often avoided. I lost control. I began to imagine. My thoughts spiralled into a rampant hole. I let it happen.

I sat in the same place. In the white room. I lifted my head to see it. The walls. They started leaking... blood. It seeped from the ceiling and began to fall in slow tedious trails. It was thick, vibrant red. I didn't realize it but suddenly it hit me. The blood was from them. The people I had murdered. The monsters that I had made my victims. Anyone I'd ever killed, their blood was dripping down. It pooled on the floor. I watched helplessly as it flooded the room, surrounding me.

Every inch of the walls was covered with the still oozing blood. Filling up the room, bubbling higher and higher. I was paralyzed. I rose with the liquid. The room was suffocating me with what I took. What I needed from all of those lives. Those unfortunate souls that crossed my path. I tried to stay afloat. The blood was now up to the roof. I was gasping, thrashing. My breath had been stolen. The blood filled my mouth. My ears. It seeped into my insides. The room enveloped me and I...

Snapped out of it.

My body was covered in sweat and my knuckles were white from the clench I had held for so long. I was shaking, it was horrible. I ran my quivering palms through my hair and rubbed the back of my neck. Trying to recover from that horrible... whatever it was.

I can't... do this anymore. I just can't. I have to stop. It makes sense, now more than ever. Phil was too important. I've taken too much. I'm disgusted with my need. I could kill myself with the amount of life's I've taken. My mind has shown me that. I have to listen.

I made the choice. This was my last night. My last night as a cannibal.

I used my little strength to hoist myself up. I stood motionless for a moment, comprehending my decision and what I'd be giving up. It wavered me for only a moment.

I quickly threw my jacket back on and began to get ready. I had to prepare for my hunt. To find my last victim for good...