Humans Taste Like Beef

I tripped on a rock and fell scraping my hands and knees. "ARAGH," I screamed out in pain. With both hands and knees bleeding I slowly turned around to five wolves staring at me, their mouths watering, their noses sniffling. "Please, no. No, no, no, no, no, no. SOMEBODY! SOMEBODY HELP!" Tears rolled down my cheeks as they slowly approached me.

I felt the first piece of skin rip off me, the sharp teeth entering me. Immediately, I was light-headed, feeling like I was about to throw up and pass out at the same time. It was hard to breathe at all as they ripped me open. I was like a cow to them, a fresh new piece of meat.

I opened my eyes to be actually in bed. Light showed through my old, dusty curtains. Pain went through me like a knife immediately. I lifted my dirty sheets. They had a dark tint to them in the middle where my stomach was. I lifted them slowly, grunting in pain. It was all real, my stomach is ripped to shreds, I'm going into shock. If you're reading this, please know that everyone thinks I was lying, everyone hates me.

Well, fine. Let them. I'm dying as I write this. I'll go outside and die there. Then they can be happy that they left me. That they didn't believe me. F**ck them. I hate all of you. You all deserve to die. The, the, wolf demons, they'll eat me. I'll be left as scraps for you all to put in a casket and laugh at. Goodbye worthless, old, heathens.

~ Loathingly, The young shepherd Boy, Conor Lowell