The sky seems grey today. At least I think it seems grey, I haven't been able to see colors since I first rose up from the ground. Well not really the ground, it was my coffin, they hadn't even tossed the first handful in, when my eyes snapped open, and the door slammed up. The first thing I remember is screaming, but behind that I remember a face. He had short brown hair, and sad green eyes. He looked to be around twenty. And I remember how he screamed when he saw me.
If my heart could still beat, it would have ached. But now, all I can seem to feel is hunger. I'm always hungry. But I don't know why other people seem to run and scream when I'm eating.
Sure I'm gnawing on their arm or leg, but still I was human too. I deserve not to die of starvation…well re-die.
I really don't know what I am. I don't really know anything it seems like. I'm always messing up. Just like the other day I tried to say hello to an old woman, but I ended up tearing her brain from her skull. I didn't mean to, the words just wouldn't form in my mouth and I got angry and just grunted. She couldn't run; her cane wouldn't even let her hobble down the block. She tasted stale and used. I didn't like it. I have to remember to go after younger people. But younger people can fight back. I don't like the hassle. All I want is to find my way to a young guy's heart. They're so full of adrenaline it's ecstatic. I guess I was pretty close to the beginning of my kind, because I remember everyone so full of life, and now I see more and more people like me. Hunched over and shuffling down the street.
I have to be more careful. Today I saw a little boy all alone, and as I went up to him I was rocked back. There seemed to be something stuck in my arm. I manage to bend my other arm and pull out the crude object. I think it's a knife, but I couldn't be sure. My memory was burned around my life before.
I heard yelling and looked up to see the little boy run at me with a longer 'knife'. I wasn't scared, I didn't know I could be scared, I just stayed still, and let him run the knife through my stomach. It tickled, I bit, and I heard more screaming. There was always screaming. He didn't last long. His memories were boring, and I felt unsatisfied. But for now my new hunger had subsided.
I've been staying with some friends in the mall, I don't really think we're friends, sometimes I'm lucky if they even acknowledge I'm home. My house is some place filled with books. I don't remember how to read, I'm sure the blurry lines make words, but I don't see how. Anyways I only go home when the weather looks bad. It makes me uneasy. Like the day I first rose up. All I can see is him, silhouetted by a sea of grey.