Strugglingreader Stories

Breathe y/n.... breathe.... It's not worth it. He's not food. Their not food. Just-... breathe. I can make it. I can save them. I thought to myself as I resisted the urge to gorge on the rotting corpses around me... my family. How did this happen? Why did this happen? I grip my hair tightly. Mixed emotions welling up inside me. Confusion swirling in my irises. The smell is so strong...something I would have found repulsive and sickening in the past I now find... so appetizing. -------------- !Various! X Demon Reader