the victim's memoirs

Do not read the Victim's Memoirs through to the end.

Victim's Memoirs ●○○○○

I ate my friend today.

What else was I supposed to do?

I was starving.

We both were. And there's no food here.

So we decided, together,

that one of us should try

to live just a little bit longer.

If I ever get home,

I'm supposed to tell all the

people waiting for us what happened.

We left it all up to a game of

paper-scissors-rock. Loser eats winner.

And I lost.

I felt her blood going down my throat,

quenching my thirst.

And her meat was supple and satisfying.

But that blood and that meat was

once my friend. Up until just a few

hours before, I'd been talking with her.

As I feasted, I just kept thinking,

this food used to be a person.

Before I tore it apart, it all

worked together to sustain a life.

And every time I thought about that,

I just started crying...

and I couldn't stop.

I wanted some part of her to be with

me even after she died, so I decided

to keep one of her eyeballs.

And I thought maybe I should

write all of this down,

to help preserve some

small portion of my sanity.

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I hold, in the palm of my hand...

...a piece of a person's body.

A piece of a person

who was living and breathing

only a short while ago.

This body part used to be

attached to her head. And now,

I'm walking around the school with it.

I had no idea eyeballs were so heavy.

And I just keep squishing it in the

palm of my hand, as if I'm testing its

firmness. Squeeze, and release...

Squeeze, and release...

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I've been searching every last corner

of this school building, trying to find

a way of escaping with her.

But it's not happening. No matter

how much we struggle, only

futher misery awaits us.

I'm so unbearably thirsty...

so hungry that it feels like

my stomach is eating itself...

And every moment, it gets

worse. It's like a big,

black mass in front of

me that's slowly closing in.

I can't keep ignoring it.

I've started talking to

the eyeball in my hand,

to help stay focused and

maintain my sanity.

Stop looking at me like that!

I swear, I'll find us a way out of here!

I have to make sure I tell your family

what you did for me...

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I am writing these memoris

wit hsticky hansd but its not

me that is stiky but somethng

else I hope you re not mad

about this maybe you

will think im a horribl

e person but i got

hungry again really hungry

like i was about to DIE

so i I did something

I shouldn't have done.

I promised myself I would

stay sane, and promised

myself I wouldn't do what I

did, and I am so, so

sorry, really, really sorry,

really sorry but there

is no excuse for what I did.

With my bloody hands, I took

the thing that I've been

squishing, and I put it in my

mouth, and I swallowed

it. Iateit.

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if you are reading this

allow me to forewarn you

there is no hope of rescue

there is nothing to be gained

endless wandering

and endless torture

is the nature of this place

i succumbed to my hunger

and thirst

began nibbling on

that corpse again

there is no flavor,

no sensation

just meat and fluid to

sate my empty belly

i promised i would not

desecrate your body any more

but i broke that promise

please

forgive me