I: F

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My stomach's been empty for a week.
I haven't eaten anything more than a couple of fuckin' pretzels in three days. My appetite has diminished entirely. But now, for some reason, the hunger's coming back.

I walk into the local supermarket-- nothing all too grand-- but the air cannon on top of the door sends shivers down my spine and chills all the way up my arms.
I'm already shaking from the cold.

I walk over to an aisle at random, and of all I could choose to walk by, I walk by the dairy section on my way.
A lot of my friends are lactose intolerant, but I've managed to find my way far from that plague.

It doesn't stop my stomach from churning reluctantly.

I stop short of the soda in the aisle that I finally decide on.

Chips.

May as well start small and simple.

I reach in my purse for the little wallet I have, and I'm actually impressed by the amount of money that I've saved from simply not eating for a week.
But now..

Now I'm hungry.


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She started pulling everything off the racks, her mind in a blur. People stopped in the aisle-- people got out of the aisle-- just to get out of her way.

She was so thin, why was she eating everything? Pulling fistfuls out of newly packaged items, she stormed down every aisle and ate more than the annual hotdog eating contestants could combined. And she ate even more.
And more, and more, until everybody else around her felt full just by watching her eat. She was still hungry. An employee ran up to her to try and situate everything-- and hopefully get the money that was due out of her.

Nobody will forget the look in her eyes right before she grabbed him by the shoulders and ripped four inches of skin off of his neck with her teeth.

Paralyzed by shock, everybody stood there, even the employees. For a minute, there, the whole store was quiet. The store was motionless. Soundless.
The only thing resonating in the entire market was the sound of teeth clenching against skin, and the blood that continued to pour onto the clean, white tile.

She had nearly eaten through his neck by the time he'd be legally certified as dead.

And, by that time, the shock had finally lifted, and she looked up at the crowd that had surrounded her. Her mind was no longer blurred by the malnourishment, but instead, it rang clearer than it had ever before.

"His Will be done." She said-- under her breath, through the blood and saliva that so diligently clung to her lips and jaw, through the stillness of the air as teenagers frantically dug into their pockets to get pictures on their mobile phones, through the dampness of the air from the blood that still hung there as adults attempted to dial "911,"-- standing there, half-hunched over the body, kneeling over, allowing the blood to drip back into the body. She picked at her teeth with her fingernails.
Finally.. satisfaction.