David's journal
Posted: 09 Apr 2018, 01:47
8th of april.
It's been four days since i was turned.
Everything is foggy i can't remember who i am or where i have been, my mouth tastes only of iron and my senses are aiking with flashing impulses with every sound, smell and touch.
I cut myself today on a piece of shattered glass but not even a single drop of blood came out. Blood” hm..
That seems to be the only thing i care about now.
Blood.. the thought almost makes me lose control.
I crave for it, i dream of it.
I thought that i knew what hunger was but now i truly and fully understand what starvation feels like.
And i can feel the beast take control of me again
it's not a bad thing the beast is what feeds me after all
8th of april //David
It's been four days since i was turned.
Everything is foggy i can't remember who i am or where i have been, my mouth tastes only of iron and my senses are aiking with flashing impulses with every sound, smell and touch.
I cut myself today on a piece of shattered glass but not even a single drop of blood came out. Blood” hm..
That seems to be the only thing i care about now.
Blood.. the thought almost makes me lose control.
I crave for it, i dream of it.
I thought that i knew what hunger was but now i truly and fully understand what starvation feels like.
And i can feel the beast take control of me again
it's not a bad thing the beast is what feeds me after all
8th of april //David