• I’m not a monster.

    I’m just another person with some… special needs.

    Like the fact I need blood constantly pumped into me to live.

    It’s supposed to be some weird disease. Like I’m always losing blood. It’ll drip out of my ear, or I’ll have a bloody nose.

    I didn’t know about it. I didn’t realize what I was doing, eating raw meat, and eventually human flesh. I don’t remember. I don’t remember killing people and drinking their blood.

    There are others like me. Or so I’ve been told.

    Vampire like people.

    They crave blood, refilling themselves.

    The doctor says drinking the blood wasn’t actually helping, but it just made me feel like it was.

    I know it isn’t true.

    This disease.

    It isn’t a disease.