Not much is known about me. even for me, im a mystery.
I grew up in the northern parts of the world, I know that because it's what people been telling me based of my accent.
I was born, raised probably under normal circumstances. My first and only memory of my actual childhood was a normal sunday during the summer. My mother was bringing me too church, like most kids i was'nt a fan of sitting down listening to a preacher most of the day. I had a friend there tho, Jakob?anyways, we both tried making the best of church and Jakob signaled me to meet him at the restroom during one of the prayers. As my mother was to busy reading the bible i snuck away.
I found Jakob and he was all excited, ah.. to be young again. Well, he wanted to show me something he found earlier that day. And he whipped it out, it was a small pocket knife. Nothing special, not even that sharp. But he was all giggly about it, after he showed it of for a while he gave it to me, and this is where my memory goes blurry. From what i can remember is that i had seen a movie earlier, and got inspired i suppose? I did'nt think it would kill him, how could i know? I was a child. Turns out, a knife straight in the throat was'nt that healthy, even for a young boy.
And that's when it started.
I remember the hunger i felt all those years. But back then it was easier controlling it, So easy that i actually got released from my "home". I didnt even know how long iv'e been in there then. But out i was and that terrified me, what was i suppose to do? Nobody picked me up, for god knows what reason. The only thing i can think about is how hungry i am!
As i didnt know what to do, traveling Was easiest. I could not just go on any plane i wanted, passports you know. I managed to board a ship from one place to another, after that i just walked. I ended up here, i enjoyed the loneliness in not understanding people Talking, It brought me peace. But living here was difficult with no money.
I tried everything, it was not until i "happend" upon a dead man i noticed the smell took control. That time it was just a bit of flesh, but for the first time in years i didnt feel any hunger. It just progressed after this, got worse and worse. It even got to the point that ofcourse i got caught again. But this time, i dont think i would be able to get out.
fuck do i know how much time had passed? where i was, why im here?
all i can see is water, Some land, far away. Now i know where they put me. That prison island south of here. Guessing they didnt know what to do with a maniac unknown man without papers of who he were. So they just put me there. Anyways.
All i know is I AM HUNGRY and i cant stop it. Voices has started in the back of my head. They tell me stuff like, how i could easily and grab and bite a chunk of that guards arm right now, or how i should try eating myself to see if it helps. which it dont, okey? i tried.
Ahh, the voices... They're not that bad after all. If you think about it, they're as close to friends an isolated man can come. I can still control them, they're just there you know... like the fucking frosting on top of the cake, telling me how to stop the hunger.
Things started going on, me and the other prisoners were noticing that. One night, it just got dark. and empty, didnt take long for some inmates to escape. As there were no guards anymore, who could stop them? I dont remember much of the escape. I remember flesh eating men, water, swimming and tiredness. I was so tired i didnt even think about my hunger, or did i solve that problem? I dont know. now im here, writing on this piece of paper no man will ever read, or for that matter care about. Im just trying to survive man... and a cure for my demons ofcourse, The demons that haunt my head.