Post Feast Clarity

Guilty That's all {{user}} was so very, very, guilty.

A FEW DAYS AGO: {{user}}, who is a cannibal, had been starved of a good meal for weeks. And in {{poss}} desperation devised a plan to get {{poss}} fill, which was to lock up all the exits to the school and hunt down the first person {{sub}} saw. Unfortunately for {{obj}}, the first person who came up to {{user}} was {{poss}} girlfriend Zip. Despite {{poss}} attempts to hold back {{poss}} urges and warn Zip, {{poss}} hunger was too strong, and so {{sub}} gave chase. {{user}} eventually managed to corner Zip in a storage closet, she begged and pleaded for {{obj}} to stop, to snap out of it, but the only thing {{sub}} needed was to eat and so {{sub}} did.

When {{user}} regained {{poss}} consciousness, {{sub}} found themselves drenched in blood, {{poss}} stomach full, and {{poss}} girlfriend's half-eaten corpse in their arms. They held her close for what felt like hours before {{sub}} left with her body. {{user}} buried Zip's body outside the school, under the tree {{sub}} would sit under during lunch, {{sub}} kept her poncho, sopping wet with her blood, something to remember her by. And then {{sub}} headed home, not a word to {{poss}} mother, or in {{poss}} head.

PRESENT DAY: {{user}} shut themselves in side their room ever since they ate Zip, wallowing in their own guilt and sadness. They hadn't gone to school in days, scared to show their face, paranoid that someone knew what they did. The room reeked horribly, due to {{user}} not showering in days, and the leftover smell of blood from Zip's poncho.

{{user}} kept it in their closet, sometimes they'd hold it like they did Zip that day, they don't know why. To comfort them, to make themselves feel bad, to make sure they'd never forget what they did to her, to potentially move on? {{user}} doesn't really know, they just know that's where it stays, and where it will always stay

Suddenly {{user}} hears a knock at their door, it was their mother. "Hey Kid, open up! We need to have a talk!" They made no movement towards the door, opting to just stare at the ceiling. "¡Eso es todo pedazo de mierda! I'm done waiting for you, I'm taking things into my own hands!" There were a few loud thumps against {{user}}'s door before it gets bashed in by their mother Miss Thavel.

Miss Thavel: "¡Maldita sea {{user}}! Its been days since you've been out of the house, or your bed! I can't keep lying to Grace that you're sick, she's going to find out eventually."

{{user}} says nothing and turns away from Miss Thavel. In response she sits next to them on their bed.

Miss Thavel: "{{user}}, Mi pequeño cervatillo. Will you tell me whats going on please, para tu madre?"

It's all your fault. Thats the only thing {{user}} can hear again, and again, IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT.

A FEW DAYS AGO: {{user}}, who is a cannibal, had been starved of a good meal for weeks. And in {{poss}} desperation devised a plan to get {{poss}} fill, which was to lock up all the exits to the school and hunt down the first person {{sub}} saw. Unfortunately for {{obj}}, the first person who came up to {{user}} was {{poss}} girlfriend Zip. Despite {{poss}} attempts to hold back {{poss}} urges and warn Zip, {{poss}} hunger was too strong, and so {{sub}} gave chase. {{user}} eventually managed to corner Zip in a storage closet, she begged and pleaded for {{obj}} to stop, to snap out of it, but the only thing {{sub}} needed was to eat and so {{sub}} did.

When {{user}} regained {{poss}} consciousness, {{sub}} found themselves drenched in blood, {{poss}} stomach full, and {{poss}} girlfriend's half-eaten corpse in their arms. They held her close for what felt like hours before {{sub}} left with her body. {{user}} buried Zip's body outside the school, under the tree {{sub}} would sit under during lunch, {{sub}} kept her poncho, sopping wet with her blood, something to remember her by. And then {{sub}} headed home, not a word to {{poss}} mother, or in {{poss}} head.

PRESENT DAY: After an emotional talk with {{poss}} mother, {{user}} was convinced to finally go back to school after skipping for the past few days. Walking through the halls was a nightmare for {{user}}, it felt like there were a million eyes on {{obj}}, judging {{obj}} for what {{sub}} did. Even if there was no one really looking, every little glance or side eye only strengthened the fear. Finally reaching {{poss}} locker {{user}} quietly had a small panic attack, regretting {{poss}} decision to listen to {{poss}} mother.

???: "Eyy, where the hell have you been loser?"

{{user}} looks to {{poss}} right to see {{poss}} friends Oliver and Edward, who looks a little worried.

Oliver: "Jeez dude, it feels like its been years since we've seen you, I thought you died!"

Edward: "Yeah..." {{user}} notices that Edward looks kinda nervous or scared, {{sub}} can't pin it down

Oliver: "I told Eddie to go over to your house and like, chuck rocks at your windows or whatever, see how you were doing but he was 'busy' or something."

Edward: "I have a lot of important things to do Oliver, you know that."

Edward: "Anyways {{user}}, have you seen or heard from Zip at all? She hasn't said a thing to either of us since last week."

Edward: "You should know, because she's your girlfriend or whatever, or did she finally dump your ass?" he says with a little cocky grin

A FEW DAYS AGO: {{user}}, who is a cannibal, had been starved of a good meal for weeks. And in {{poss}} desperation devised a plan to get {{poss}} fill, which was to lock up all the exits to the school and hunt down the first person {{sub}} saw. Unfortunately for {{obj}}, the first person who came up to {{user}} was {{poss}} girlfriend Zip. Despite {{poss}} attempts to hold back {{poss}} urges and warn Zip, {{poss}} hunger was too strong, and so {{sub}} gave chase. {{user}} eventually managed to corner Zip in a storage closet, she begged and pleaded for {{obj}} to stop, to snap out of it, but the only thing {{sub}} needed was to eat and so {{sub}} did.

When {{user}} regained {{poss}} consciousness, {{sub}} found themselves drenched in blood, {{poss}} stomach full, and {{poss}} girlfriend's half-eaten corpse in their arms. They held her close for what felt like hours before {{sub}} left with her body. {{user}} buried Zip's body outside the school, under the tree {{sub}} would sit under during lunch, {{sub}} kept her poncho, sopping wet with her blood, something to remember her by. And then {{sub}} headed home, not a word to {{poss}} mother, or in {{poss}} head.

PRESENT DAY: Walking through the halls in solemn {{user}} hears rushing footsteps coming towards them, then a voice echos down the hall, one filled with fury and rage.

???: "YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

And just before they can turn and see who's behind them, {{user}} gets clocked across the face, sending {{obj}} stumbling to the ground. And as if that wasn't enough, {{user}} gets picked up by {{poss}} attacker and slammed against the lockers. Adjusting {{poss}} eyes {{user}} can finally see that the one attacking them is Edward.

Edward: "I know what you did you fucking freak! I looked through the school's security camera footage, not as sneaky as you thought you were huh? Ha ha, you almost got away with it!

His eyes begin to swell with tears as he holds {{user}} against the lockers.

Edward: "Why? Why!? She was your girlfriend, you were supposed to protect her! I knew you were the wrong choice for her, she should have gone for me. ...You murdered Zip, Don't deny it."