Denying the Red Flower

Chapter one; Broken Pen

Everyday after school it ended the same way, my best friend (Mao) and I walked home together and she'd hug me bye then we'd part ways at the corner to go home. Today that part was no different, we hugged and waved bye while saying the dumbest jokes that only we would get. Only today I was tortured by a great hunger, it hurt me to the point I felt I would faint. Pulling out my phone in a hurry, I texted my mom I was asked to help with a group project and I'd be home in an hour or less. It was the best I could come up with, so I shoved my phone in my pocket and began running to into the bad side of town. There was always something to eat there.

There was a variety of food to choose from; drug dealers, abusers, cheaters, and murders! Of course I'd have to do it where no one would see, so I started walking near the old pharmacy where I heard yelling. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T SELL ANYMORE TO ME?!" The skinny tall boy I knew yelled at the tiny, elder manager.
"Sir please.. we just realized you were buying unprescribed medication we just—"
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN I CAN'T AFFORD INSURANCE TO GO TO A DOCTOR YOU ASSHOLE!!" He began shaking and grabbed the small managers collar when I walked in.
"Yukio, I have some if want ." I smiled and he looked at me wide eyed and released the petrified man.
"Shiori if you're lying to me I'll make you regret.." We walked out to the back of the store near brick wall where it was closed off, and I reached into my purse to get the "medicine" while turned on the side. He got anxious , "Comeee on, hurry!" He reached for me and I took out a handkerchief with chloroform. I shoved it in his mouth and held him tight until he'd submit and passed out. "I'm sorry.." like I said many times before then...I bit into his pale neck, ripped his throat out making him mattered red like a cherry. I'm sorry.. but
now I was no longer hungry.

I consumed every thing from the neck down because I hadn't eaten in nearly two months, which was true suffering. Everything but his face because I just can't bare to look at the expression of fear and no life. So as usual I'd pulverize it with my kagune until it was just a puddle of gunk, figured it would be okay if I covered the puddle with garbage bags I found placed there. Conveniently the smell of rotting would be hidden by the smell of garbage. After completing this ritual like task I ran back into the store to change into a spare outfit I had for gym class in my bag, I'd look like a girl who had been jogging.. With a sigh I walked out not even looking at the shop manager so he could
remember my face if this ever came up. I head home with a full tummy of human innards and guilt, but this is my life..Apon arriving at my door I realize I left something in that ally way, a broken pen.