Chapter 7 - La Vida Cruel

As we see The man hover over Johnson body bleeding all over the floor.He finds it difficult to breath as he gets the knife back out and drags Baxter back in the room like a dog. "Please not again…have mercy please !" Begs Baxter as the man throws him in there then locks the door shut.Baxter tried to get out but hit himself on the door.He crawls slowly against the wall as The man walks past Johnson's body and heads downstairs.He gets to his porch and takes the knife back into his stomach.Leaving it sitting there as he takes a seat one last time.He coughs up blood as he gives one last hooray.He enjoys the cold breeze given as he closes his eyes and sits on his chair.He is slowly dying and as he mutters his last words to himself he says "I'll see you soon my little Alice…" he says as slumps over on the chair and passes away.

I've been happy my whole life, never bothered no one.I looked in the mirror once and said "Baxter Mason is gonna be somebody…".I never would've it'd come to this.As I sit in this room I have one last revelation.If my living is this man's desire I shall crush it.I never thought I'd resort to this, what would you call it ? Self-Cannibalism seems like the right choice.

Baxter starts to forcefully eat his fingers of his right hand.He starts with the index then middle then stops at his pinky.He gets through 3 fingers as he pains in hunger.Blood start to gush out as he now goes on to his hand as he takes a good bite out of it, biting through bone with a crunch.He feels powerless as he cries out in sheer pain.He gets up to his forearm as he stops himself, he turns his head towards the wall and bangs it over and over until he hears a crack.He falls on his back, laying on the floor.Feeling his last moments are upon him.He sadly succeeded in eating his three fingers and a piece of his hand.He nearly threw it all up but it went down.He takes his last breathers as he looks at the ceiling with tears in his eyes.

I don't want give this asshole the satisfaction of keeping me alive as a pet.I know cops will find me eventually, I mean hell he just killed one.Evidently I serving poetic justice for those poor souls he's mentioned that were in my position.I never thought I'd be eating myself to end it all, is this considered suicide ? Anyways, through this hunger and all, I taste like shit….