You’re at a funeral. They were your best friend, your soulmate. Nobody knew you like they did. Today is a blur. Everything is black. People are crying. You haven’t shed a tear, for some reason you can’t. It’s like your body is working but your mind, your emotions, your actual soul are all shut off; like someone flipped a switch to turn off who you are. In a few short minutes their parents are holding a dinner in their honor and even though your body is hungry you can’t really think about food. You look down at your all-black outfit and try to be normal and cry. Focus on crying. Why can’t you cry. JUST CRY!

Pork chops, their favorite. You sit at this gloomy table with a plate of pork chops and you still haven’t cried. All you want to do is cry and you can’t. You eat and all you can do is remember them. Wait. These taste funny. What is wrong with you? Your best friend is dead and the one thing you think about is the bad food. Honestly though these pork chops are strange. As you look around you realize people are acting strange as well. In fact, everyone except their parents are reacting to the strange pork products. You begin to feel, angry. Not angry due to the recent loss but angry like you want to hurt someone. What is going on? Others begin to look angered. You hear a series of loud clicks and realize all the doors are all shut and locked. 

Still haven’t cried. 

For some reason their parents are the only people who aren’t confused. In fact, they look perfectly fine. They also haven’t been eating. At all. They stand up and begin to make an announcement. 

“Someone in this room is a murderer. Everyone in this room has a limited amount of time. We will find out who killed our child before the night is over. The pork chops tasted funny didn’t they? That’s because they aren’t pork at all. It was human. Our human. You consumed our child. Now according to our research you will soon be sent into a fit of rage that can only be consoled by consuming more human. Now, the doors will unlock when the killer comes clean or when they kill again. See the killer didn’t just murder our child. They also ate part of them. Raw. We will find you. Tonight.”

Just like that the crowd completely panics. For some reason you’re calm. You still feel as if your soul is turned off. If only you could flip that switch and just cry. You feel like if you could just cry things could really sink in. You quietly sit in the corner watching the mayhem and trying to find emotion. Just focus on crying. Why can’t you cry? JUST CRY! 

Suddenly, something pops into your head. You can’t figure out if it’s a memory or just a thought but flashes of teeth slicing through skin run through your mind. You’re not angry. You have no rage. Just hunger. You skim the room and there’s no food. Only people. The flashes get worse. Focus on crying. CRY. The flashes get more detailed. Your teeth are cutting through a human arm. You have a crazed look in your eye. Keep trying to cry. 

Then it happened. It was a memory. Your teeth sinking into your best friend’s leg. They are pale. They are dead. You killed them. 

You come back to reality. You’re standing over your best friend’s mother. Her skin still warm in your mouth. Everyone is staring at you. They’re scared. 

Rage. 

Rage. 

You begin to see red. 

It’s all red. 

You come back. 

They’re. All. Dead.