Not the only one (Pennywise)

|3| The memories

You didn't want any trouble, so when you saw the cars parked before a small house, you walked right past, not paying much more attention to it. But one of the officers stopped you. "Excuse me, miss!" He shouted and ran over the street with a piece of paper in hand. He handed it to you and you looked at it. It was a missing flier for a girl. The girl you had kidnapped earlier this morning. You looked at the officer with a concerned look. "Oh my god, since when is she missing?" You asked and he frowned. "Since this morning. She was last seen on the playground, but none of her friends noticed anything. They said the last time they looked she was still there." He said and you shook your head. "I'm sorry, her parents must be devastated....I hope nothing serious happened to her and that you'll find her soon." You said and the officer nodded. "Thank you for your concern miss. If you hear or see anything, please phone us." He said and pointed at the phone number on the other side of the flier. You nodded. "Of course. I will! Have a nice night! God I sure hope she'll be found soon." You said and he nodded goodbye before walking back to the other police men outside the house. You walked to your home, which was a few streets away, and looked at the girl on the photo on the way. "This would look great in my album." You mumbled as you put it in your pocket and opened your door. You walked in and closed it behind you. You went into the kitchen, stepping out of your shoes and taking off your shorts so you could be more comfortable. You walked up to the fridge and opened it. Inside were covered plates. A weird odor was coming from them.  "Which one, which one..." You mumbled and chose one randomly. On the covers were names written and the one you pulled out was called "Nora" You licked your lips as you peeled off the cover and grabbed the chunks of flesh and organs that were on the plate. You ate it joyfully as the flavours exploded in your mouth. Afterwards you washed your hands and put the plate away in the sink. You had never used your kitchen to cook before, not feeling the need to do so. After all you only needed to consume raw flesh. You hummed as you walked to your couch in the living room happily and grabbed the remote from one of the cushions. You turned on the TV and let it play in the background while you walked to the hallway to pick up a few boxes. You had moved in a few days ago and there were still a few things waiting to be unpacked. You grabbed the smallest one, opened it and put it down on the kitchen counter. There were a few decorations in there. You put a clock up on the wall above the door, a black vase on the desk in the living room and last but not least a few figurines and decorations scattering them around the house. It looked a bit more like a home now you thought. You would have to find a work place soon. Luckily you didn't have to buy food, but the bills were still coming. Electricity wasn't the cheapest after all. You envied Pennywise a bit, thinking of how he didn't have to care for any of these things. But on the other hand, you didn't need to hide from others. You sighed, and started unpacking the other boxes.
~Le time skip~
You sat on the couch, a bit exhausted. You finally finished everything. You looked at the clock. It was 3am. You were happy that you didn't need as much sleep as others did, so you watched the TV for half an hour before deciding to go to sleep. You walked upstairs to your bedroom and put your phone on the charger. You set your alarm to 7am. And changed to your f/s (f. shirt) and laid down in it. You fell asleep not long after, deciding to look for a job tomorrow.
-in your dream-
You walked downstairs into the kitchen. "Mom?" You shouted but got no response. You looked at the clock. It was 11pm and you were hungry. You looked around the house. No one was there...as usual. Your mom would come home past midnight with some guy you had never seen before. Everyday the same cycle. You sighed as you went over to the fridge. You were extremely hungry, but found nothing that would satisfy you. Nothing was to your taste, which was weird. Even tough f/f (Favorite food) was there too. You scratched your head, as you looked at your birthday cake on the counter. Today had been your 16th birthday. But not even the cake looked appetizing anymore. You crossed your arms, as suddenly the front door opened. Your mom came inside loudly chatting with a man. When your mom saw you, she glared daggers at you. She walked over to you with the man and held a leash out. You looked down and a dog was attached to the other end. You grabbed ahold of it and she looked at you annoyed. "Take care of the dog while I take care of Steve!" She shouted at you, and the man chuckled. He gave you a look that made you feel disgusted and your mom pulled him upstairs into her bedroom. The door shut, and you could hear them already getting loud. You rolled your eyes and looked at the dog. It was waving it's tail and looking up at you playfully. Suddenly, your stomach growled, letting you know you were still hungry. "Ugh...I need to eat something.." you said and pulled the dog after you as you looked in the fridge yet again, as if this time something could have magically appeared that would be acceptable. Nothing... Suddenly a thought crept in your mind. ...The dog... You shook your head, sweat running down your face. You couldn't possibly.. you looked at the dog again, and this time, your mouth watered. "Oh my God.." you whispered to yourself as you now knew what you were longing for. You slowly tightened the grip on the leash as you lead the dog outside without a word. Whimpers could be heard in the neighborhood not long after as the lifeless body of the dog slowly got consumed by you. Blood was on the grass. The only remains of the pet being his collar and the leash which you held in your hand tightly. You got up and hung the leash on the doorknob. You walked upstairs into your room and sat on your bed for hours, just thinking about what you did. But you didn't feel remorse or even a bit discusted. You started to grin as the taste of the dog came to mind.