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CHAPTER SEVEN
I struggled to get back to my everyday life. The first time I woke up alone, I rolled over and expected to see Leon smiling at me. I wasn’t sure why, but the feeling was there, and waking up alone had never been so disappointing.
My experiences in the forest had given me a new-found grace, which my friends were always asking me about. I brushed it off with weak excuses and praise toward some of my yoga videos. It was best to not tell them what had actually happened. They wouldn’t believe me. In fact, I wouldn’t believe me either, if I hadn’t had the fading bite mark to prove the day had truly transpired. The bite mark, which took its time fading, had to be covered. I tried make-up, but ended up layering it with a scarf or bandana for peace of mind.
One thing that bothered me was my appetite. Before, I had always made sure to eat balanced diets. I indulged in sweets far too often, but I felt I balanced it well enough. Now, I found myself obsessed with meat. My freezer was packed with frozen meats. From the more common chicken, turkey, pork, and beef, to the rarer and more exotic meats – moose, duck, hen, lamb, veal, and more than I couldn’t pronounce the names of. Meat was all I could think about when I got hungry. Delicious, juicy meat.
So I found myself at the grocery store, despite my big freezer in my basement being stuffed with meat already. I dug through the store with the passion of a starving woman. I wanted meat. I wanted a juicy steak that I could tear into with my teeth and feel the juices running down my chin. I wanted something thick and delicious. And I wanted it now.
In the freezers I found what I was looking for – a juicy steak with the perfect marbling. It looked like it belonged in a restaurant, and it set my mouth watering with anticipation. I drove home quickly, dodging in and out of traffic when I could. Despite the meat being sealed in its packaging I could smell it throughout the car. I could smell a lot of things lately. The scent of gasoline in my house, despite it being on a side street, the perfume of the neighbor thirty feet from my house, the delicious scent of barbeque that other neighbors liked to make. It all seemed odd to me. It sometimes overwhelmed me in the middle of the night or day when I was at home, and I had to sit down for a time to clear my senses.
. Once at home, I grabbed a pan from the oven and ran it over in my hands. It would the right size, but I did not want to fry the steak; it seemed a waste and an insult to such a perfect slab of meat. Instinctively, I looked over to the meat and swallowed hard. Without thinking I walked over to the steak, dropped the pan, and tore into the packaging. My fingers dug into the bloody meat, and I tore at it with nails too sharp to be my own. The smell of meat and blood was overpowering.
With a deep breath to take in the scent, I ripped a chunk off the steak and dug into the raw meat. Blood dripped down my chin as I chewed. It dripped onto the counter. I tore again and again at the pieces of meat before me. I needed more. I wanted more. I was drooling. The delicious flavor of the raw meat drove my senses mad. I hung onto the counter with one blood-streaked hand. The last few bits of steak were shoved into my mouth. I swallowed them, one after the other, and then let myself collapse against the counter.
I was breathing hard. My chin, my hands, and my shirt were all stained with the blood of the raw steak I had just eaten. I forced myself to breathe through my mouth and tried not to smell the blood all around me. It should have repulsed me, but it didn’t. Instead, it did the exact opposite. It made me want more. I pressed my forehead to the overhead counters of my kitchen and struggled to catch my breath. What was wrong with me?
I went to put my hand to my forehead only to be overwhelmed by the smell of blood. I
CHAPTER SEVEN
I struggled to get back to my everyday life. The first time I woke up alone, I rolled over and expected to see Leon smiling at me. I wasn’t sure why, but the feeling was there, and waking up alone had never been so disappointing.
My experiences in the forest had given me a new-found grace, which my friends were always asking me about. I brushed it off with weak excuses and praise toward some of my yoga videos. It was best to not tell them what had actually happened. They wouldn’t believe me. In fact, I wouldn’t believe me either, if I hadn’t had the fading bite mark to prove the day had truly transpired. The bite mark, which took its time fading, had to be covered. I tried make-up, but ended up layering it with a scarf or bandana for peace of mind.
One thing that bothered me was my appetite. Before, I had always made sure to eat balanced diets. I indulged in sweets far too often, but I felt I balanced it well enough. Now, I found myself obsessed with meat. My freezer was packed with frozen meats. From the more common chicken, turkey, pork, and beef, to the rarer and more exotic meats – moose, duck, hen, lamb, veal, and more than I couldn’t pronounce the names of. Meat was all I could think about when I got hungry. Delicious, juicy meat.
So I found myself at the grocery store, despite my big freezer in my basement being stuffed with meat already. I dug through the store with the passion of a starving woman. I wanted meat. I wanted a juicy steak that I could tear into with my teeth and feel the juices running down my chin. I wanted something thick and delicious. And I wanted it now.
In the freezers I found what I was looking for – a juicy steak with the perfect marbling. It looked like it belonged in a restaurant, and it set my mouth watering with anticipation. I drove home quickly, dodging in and out of traffic when I could. Despite the meat being sealed in its packaging I could smell it throughout the car. I could smell a lot of things lately. The scent of gasoline in my house, despite it being on a side street, the perfume of the neighbor thirty feet from my house, the delicious scent of barbeque that other neighbors liked to make. It all seemed odd to me. It sometimes overwhelmed me in the middle of the night or day when I was at home, and I had to sit down for a time to clear my senses.
. Once at home, I grabbed a pan from the oven and ran it over in my hands. It would the right size, but I did not want to fry the steak; it seemed a waste and an insult to such a perfect slab of meat. Instinctively, I looked over to the meat and swallowed hard. Without thinking I walked over to the steak, dropped the pan, and tore into the packaging. My fingers dug into the bloody meat, and I tore at it with nails too sharp to be my own. The smell of meat and blood was overpowering.
With a deep breath to take in the scent, I ripped a chunk off the steak and dug into the raw meat. Blood dripped down my chin as I chewed. It dripped onto the counter. I tore again and again at the pieces of meat before me. I needed more. I wanted more. I was drooling. The delicious flavor of the raw meat drove my senses mad. I hung onto the counter with one blood-streaked hand. The last few bits of steak were shoved into my mouth. I swallowed them, one after the other, and then let myself collapse against the counter.
I was breathing hard. My chin, my hands, and my shirt were all stained with the blood of the raw steak I had just eaten. I forced myself to breathe through my mouth and tried not to smell the blood all around me. It should have repulsed me, but it didn’t. Instead, it did the exact opposite. It made me want more. I pressed my forehead to the overhead counters of my kitchen and struggled to catch my breath. What was wrong with me?
I went to put my hand to my forehead only to be overwhelmed by the smell of blood. I
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