The Cannibal Hunger Within Helen

The Cannibal Hunger Within Helen Chapter 1

I could sugar coat the whole story for you, if I wanted. I could tell you that my parents were in fact not cannibals and that they did not force us to eat the flesh of a human. I could say I was rich and had dolls and lush pink dresses of every color, or that my mother was a nice young marvelous woman with bright blond hair and piercing blue eyes, and that my father always tucked me into bed at night. I could say I had a normal family... a loving caring family that loved their children...but I'm not going to lie. I could babble a whole fake story before your very eyes and make you believe every word I portray, but I'm not going to. I'm going to tell every bit of gruesome detail every bit that ever hurt, that caused me pain and disgust; I want my story to be told. 

I want this to be put into history for what we had to go through, how family and love can go away just like that with the snap of your fingers. I'm not going to say I was the victim or that I never did a thing, because truth be told I had no choice and because of that I adapted to it , I've grown to like it and savor it...the taste of human flesh. The sweet scent of blood and the wonderful screams of the victims we choose, the last look they give you before you take their last breath away. I enjoyed it I'm not going to lie, and I know; no little girl my age should ever go through what I went through but I had no choice, they got me addicted they were the ones that brought me into a new life one that I could never run away from.

Now let's see it started back when I was 6 I remember it clear as day, in the harsh winter of 1974.Papa lost his job at the meat packaging company a few months back, every since then he'd be hunting for rabbits or gofers, and we'd have rabbit soup with cabbage in it. But things have been harsh and we were starving already I could see the affects it had on my family, my mother's once plump fleshy skin now looked sunken in around her eyes and I could see she lost a lot of weight, as for me my skin had gone paler and I had dark half moons under my December blue eyes. My sister Ash she was younger than me by 2 years she was very sick, influenza I heard my mom say.

Sure I was worried about everything but at a young age I only understood so much at once. When I saw my dad swing that axe into the back of the businessman's head I cringed, I knew that something was wrong. But from that day of that harsh winter of 1974 I changed not just me but my brother too. We knew something big was going to happen and we were right everything changed after my dad slammed that ax into the back of his head and the first blood was spilled. It was the beginning of a new start, one with nightmares and blood, with each day filled with horrid images that I will never forget.