Gore

chapter 4

(this is gonna be told in his pov)

I woke up at 4 in the fucking morning AGAIN! I've been having sleeping problems recently because of nightmares and shit I've been seeing. Anyways, I decided to stay up since I wasn't sleepy anymore. So, I walked to the kitchen and cooked some food. I cracked an egg, and it spewed blood and a hairball. It was disgusting, but I knew it was a normal egg so I cooked it like normal. It smelled like burnt hair. After the eggs I cooked bacon. The Bacon's grease smelled like urine. Disgusting, but I still cooked it too. I plated it, and placed it on the counter. I sat on a bar stool, and began eating. It was hard to swallow everything since it looked and smelled like what I just described, but it tasted normal. I kept eating, and cleaned the plate with the black water that was running. I honestly don't care about anything anymore now, so I'm unfazed by this shit. I turned on the TV, but all it played was static. I heard a little lullaby being played from my room, so I went to check it out. I looked and saw a woman brushing her hair while looking at me through her vanity. Her souless dead eyes stared straight into my soul. She pulled harder with the brush, and her hair started falling off. Eventually her whole scalp was bloody. She finally turned to look at me, and right when she got up I slammed the door closed. I walked back to the livingroom, and sat down. I stared at the static tv till I passed out.

I woke up on the couch. I checked the time and it was 12 pm. So I decided to go to the nearest cafe for a drink.

I got to the cafe, and ordered a black coffee. The barista came with my drink, and I started drinking. I stared out the big window, and saw a happy family coming in. It made me smile, but it faded after I noticed the bullet holes in their child's stomach. And the neck of the mother was bruised and bleeding. The father was smiling wildly like a maniac. I finished my coffee, threw it away, and walked outside. I drove back home.

After I closed the door to my apartment I heard whining from the kitchen, so I went to look. There was a mother crying and holding her child in her arms. The mother's stomach was cut open. Her blood was everywhere. I walked to my restroom and cleaned my face. I decided to shave since I hadn't in a while. I grabbed the razor, and started.

I washed the rest of the shaving cream off, and walked to my room. I looked at the time 12am. I fell asleep after a few minutes.