The humanization process

Want

I set down the test on Professor Calum's desk before giving a brief farewell and leaving the lecture room. Just the other day I had finally gotten that job interview and been accepted into a job at some diner I had never heard of before. Couldn't even remember the name- only the address stuck in my head. My first shift was in two days, so I could have time to prepare for my new job.

I trudged all the way to my apartment with a sullen expression masking my face in the dullness of first world citizens. Cutting through the large parking lot, I made my way to building C. My room was thankfully on a top level so I didn't hear everyone's racket while I slept. I climbed the concrete stairs to room five twenty-three and inserted the key, unlocking the wimpy door. If someone wanted to break in, they could just kick down the door.

I trudged into the small apartment and made my way to the bedroom. I stripped, changing into a scrub worthy outfit before sitting down to my laptop and opening a new tab. I typed in the google search bar, 'top vampire movies/shows 2018'. Pressing enter, I scrolled through the options until settling on a top ten YouTube video.

Soon I was watching the pilot to a new show with just a season out so far. I sat back, unconsciously eating a bag of Doritos. I had always been obsessed with vampires as long as I can remember. When I was younger, I really had a thing for blood. It had faded away now that I hadn't seen blood in years.

I paused the episode and stood up. I stalked over to my small kitchen and reached into a cupboard to grab a glass. Immediately it slipped from my grasp. I wasn't that tall, barely hitting five ten, and the cupboards in this small apartment were abnormally high.

I flinched and put my head down as the glass fell. An impact was felt on the back of my neck before something sharp sliced into the delicate skin. I opened my eyes, having barely realized they were closed and cringed at the pain.

I glanced behind me to see the broken glass and gasped quietly in pain. A shard of glass was still lodged in my neck from the feel of it. Ignoring the shard, I kneeled down and picked up the broken glass and throwing it away. I then grabbed a broom and swept up the remaining grains before also throwing that away.

Grimacing, I reached back and tugged out the shard of glass from the base of my neck. It wasn't in very deep since the glass had just enough momentum to break, but the pain was greatly uncomfortable. Dropping the shard in the trash, I glanced down at my now bloody fingers. My pupils dilated dramatically before I impulsively brought the fingers to my thin lips. Iron filled my taste buds and I inhaled sharply, taking my fingers from my mouth.

What did I just do?

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My cut now covered with cow sav and a band-aid, I sat again in front of my laptop, typing up an email to an old friend. It was a guy named Christian that I had hung around with in middle school. Not really a close friend, but he was the closest I had to it. Even my mom wasn't closely connected to me at this point-- I hadn't seen her in over a year. 

Hitting send on the email, I stood up and walked out of my room. I made my way to the singular bathroom in my apartment and strode into the small space. I looked deadly into the mirrored front of my medicine cabinet before opening the small door and peering inside. Looking through the several prescription drugs, I pulled out a bottle of ibuprofen. The cut was still bothering me and I didn't want to have to think about what just happened before. I was not myself when that taste reached me.

It scared me to think that I could revert back to who I once was. 

I shook away the thought and opened up the medicine bottle, dry swallowing three of the salmon-colored pills. I cringed at the bitter taste that now coated my tongue. I put away the pill bottle and slammed the cabinet closed. 

I should probably go to bed.