The hunger was overwhelming, my throat burned with the need for it. I had lived so long without needing to succumb but now, it was all I could think of. I knew that closing my eyes wouldn't help. In fact I feared that it would only intensify things. Instead I stared out into the darkness trying hard to focus on keeping the monster under some form of control.
I thought that I would go crazy, but knowing that there was no way out of this for me, fearing that I would starve to death or die from insanity. I didn't care which claimed me first, as long as there was an end to my suffering.