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Victim’s Memoirs 1/5
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 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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