I felt like an inmate escaping from prison, as I propped up my pillows and put a blanket on top to hopefully give off the impression that I was under there, deeply asleep. I snuck to the window, opened it and carefully lowered myself down to the grass. I was going to return before morning, so hopefully mom and dad were fooled long enough. The evening air was cold and the thin dress I bought at yard sale wasn't much of a deterrent against the cold. It was black and the only dress I owned, the long sleeves covering the bite marks that now littered my arms. It was short though and I was secretly hoping I might manage to draw attention from a boy. Which was a foolish thought really, since if I started dating, I would eventually have to come clean with my struggles.  

The party had already devolved into chaos by the time I arrived. I fussed over my hair and straightened my dress and was just about to knock when the door swung open and some boy ran past me, carrying what I assumed was something he stole as someone else soon followed, nearly knocking me over as they drunkenly stumbled after him. I awkwardly shuffled past the door and a couple making out next to a family picture. The music was turned so loud, my ears were already starting to hurt. I walked to the kitchen table and poured myself a glass of punch, giving it a sniff. Unable to tell what was in it, I hesitantly sipped it, looking around. So many people in such a small space. So many flashing lights. This was a terrible idea. Despite my gorging the hunger reared its head, more intense than ever. I dropped the cup of punch and leaned onto the table for balance. I was nauseous but began to drool as the delicious scent of so many people overwhelmed me. I didn't even notice someone was right there before they spoke. “You okay? You look like you're going to be sick.” He asked and I faintly recalled seeing him at school.  

I could feel drool beginning to drip down my chin now. Think about the boy from camp, Marleena. Please hold yourself back. But all I could think about was how good he tasted. How good I felt. “Bathroom.” I managed to choke out, tugging on his sleeve. He seemed to read my urgency as me needing to vomit as he simply nodded and hurriedly helped me the bathroom upstairs, locking it behind us. My heart was pounding, and I was shaking, barely able to hold the monster inside me back. But the nausea from the chicken earlier got to me first. I keeled over and vomited into the toilet, my body convulsing with the force of it. I felt him pat my back and hold my hair to make sure it didn't get covered. I wanted to tell him to run, but now that my stomach was empty, I knew there was no holding back the monster. He helped me stand up, asking something but I was too busy staring at his lips. I licked my own. And then I lunged, first just kissing him with force. He stayed still, most likely too surprised to push me off and despite the fact the kiss tasted like vomit, I didn't mind. His fate was sealed. I let the monster loose.  

I bit his lower lip and started to tear. It took effort but I managed to get off a chunk and swallowed it without chewing. Relief. Euphoria. I felt myself growl as he tried to move, grabbing and tackling him against the floor. The loud thumping music silenced his screams as my mouth went onto his tongue and my fingers began to try and tear off his flesh. He wasn't screaming anymore as I swallowed his soft tongue, and his screaming pleas were now just unintelligible wails. As I tore off and ate another chunk of his face, revealing the bone beneath he ceased his squirming. He merely whimpered while the monster had a feast. I don't know how long it took for him to finally die, I was just happy he was still, and I could easily access the best parts. I moaned with delight as I straddled his now corpse, tore off his shirt and bit into the succulent tasty flesh beneath. I feasted until I was full and there was blood and drool everywhere. The euphoria returned.  

I was so relaxed, each and every muscle like jelly as I fell asleep basking in the pleasant sensations and one of his bones in my mouth. I woke up as someone was pounding on the door and I spotted the first rays of the sun through the window. I had made a massive mistake. I had serious doubts this time my deed could be pinned on a bear. I would be caught this time. Panic struck as I stumbled away from the mangled remains of yet another boy whose name I didn't know. The pounding grew more insistent, and I did the only thing I could think of doing. I climbed and squeezed my way out of Christinas second story window and ran home as fast as I could. I had to get away as far as possible as fast as possible. I had to get all this blood off. Thankfully my parent's car wasn't in the driveway as I nearly slammed into our front door before remembering where the spare key was. I stumbled into the bathroom, still in shock and tore off my dress and socks, stuffing them into our small trashcan. I turned the shower on full blast without bothering to check the temperature and scrubbed myself draw with the sponge, nearly breaking it by using too much force. Once the blood was off, I took one of my dad's travel backpacks and ran to my room, stuffing things into it without bothering to look too hard what I was taking. I changed into a pair of gray sweatpants and a black sweater before exiting the house and once again running off.