K M A – Max

So, my name is MAX and I’m a load of crap in this screw up freaky family. Yes, I said it, I’m a load of crap. Why? Because I don’t understand shit.

My father is all-knowing and the guy who knows the past, present and future. My mother became one of us because she loved my father, but now I don’t know.

I will explain!

My father – since you have been reading this blog – is a born Shadow Creature from my grandfather who I never met and my grandmother who’s snobbish bitch. Yeah, I said it. Just read this. If you don’t like the language, who cares. America is a free god damn country.

Ok. Here is it. My mother lived through Women Suffrage. Yeah, you guess it, she was good friends with Susan B. Anthony; the bitch who made men pussies. So, my mother is older than dirt, but she looks like she’s in her 30′s. She has not aged in a while. So what?

Anyway, my parents met at New York University. At that time, it was easy to not see my mother since she was the only female professor on campus. My mom did have it tough back in the days, you know, like women were not supposed to be smart and all that. Well, my mom showed those dick heads wrong and became the top history professor at the NYU, she was even my father’s boss.

Well, things happen and I am here with all my brothers and sisters.

There is:

Mercy

Maverick

Meredith

Me

Madeline

and Makayla

My brothers, sisters and father has the gift of seeing the future and feeling the past. We are the histories in our little freaky family, but what about me? I am the outcast. The loner and anti-social.

The only friend I have is my cousin Boyce. We are both loners and love video games. He’s the only one I can talk to and won’t judge me. I love him and without him I don’t know what I will do. He’s like my savior and my best friend. He’s so important to me. I can love him more than anyone in the world. But, I am still afraid. I am changing into a monster, unlike the others.

Every night, I play online games with Boyce before bed because that’s what we do. Normally, I will get tired and save the game for another time, but this night was different. I couldn’t sleep; I was wide awake as if my heart was pumping Rockstar through my veins. I was so wired, I was climbing the walls trying to figure out what to do with my time.

Boyce was asleep so I couldn’t call him and I was the only one awake in the house. I watched TV, played video games, even read a book but it was not satisfying my thirst; I needed more.

I laid in my bed watching to clock, but sleep never came to me. Something was happening to me. I don’t know what it was and I still don’t. My body was getting cold; cold as ice and my teeth were growing without my knowledge and control. I looked around my room and all I saw was a liquid running down my black walls like drips of water. The drops were so loud, it was like an Elephant foot steps in the jungle. The walls were closing in and my room was becoming smaller and smaller.

I stayed in bed and closed my eyes hoping the bad dream would go away, but a smell made me thirst, like I never thirst before. It was a sensual feeling like making love to a pin-up girl in your bed. I licked my lips and my private got hard like a rock. I was in love with the smell of fresh tasty blood.

With that, I jumped up and felt the walls. There were no blood on the walls but the smell was so alive. I licked the walls just so I could taste the sweet lovely smell in my mouth, but it was no use. I needed blood. I needed it now. I needed it like a starving child needs food. I sat in the corner crying my eyes out as my eyes got bigger and my teeth became like a savage breast. I didn’t know what to do. This was not normal.

I ran to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. What I saw? Yes, what I saw, was a monster looking back at me. My eyes were yellow, my teeth were pointy, my skin was colorless and I looked like death on a bad day. I felt my face and could not believe I became a monster. I wanted to yell, but then I would wake up my family and I’m not a girl. What I saw in the mirror scared the shit out of me and I pissed in my shorts, like a damn sissy.

The only thing I could like about was blood and the monster in the mirror. I needed blood, not meat.

I took a shower and the water turned into watery blood that has not thicken. My craving for blood was out of control. This was so strange for me. I love to eat thicken blood because to me it’s like a tasty Jello-type treat and the blood needs to be B +. The other types of blood never interest me, but this night I didn’t care about my special Jello treat, I needed blood like a Cancer patient who needed chemo.

I put on some clothes and walked out the door like a mouse. I walked up the sidewalk which was so stupid because I live in a neighborhood which came out of Land TV shows. The all white neighborhood without fear of crime or any crime-driven excitement. I walked up the street anyway and guess what I saw; a stray dog.

It looked like a black Lap but to me, it was dinner. I stared at the dog and all I could see was the dog’s heart and veins as if the dog was skinless. The veins were calling out my name and I just wanted to taste it. I licked my lips and my heart started to race. My body was sweating and I was getting hard. The smell of blood was becoming a high for me, just a taste was going to send me to a heaven of my dreams.

In one-quarter second, I drained the dog’s blood with my new designed teeth and my surprised sucking power. The dog was so dry, it became dust. I saw at what I had done.

A dog. Seriously, a dog. I only had human blood and flesh, and that fake shit Boyce’s father created. I never drank an animal’s blood before and it made me feel alive like a God ruling the universe in glory and power. I felt like a drug addict who was high as a kite.

I walked home with feeling of greatness and love in my heart. I got into my bed and fell asleep hoping it was just a dream.

But, it wasn’t a dream, it was a nightmare. After that night, I have killed six dogs and ten cats. My thirst is getting stronger and stronger. I have no desire to eat human flesh or any type of food. Human flesh and normal food is like shit to me, but blood is like tasting heavenly chocolate to kill my pain. The taste of it, makes me go insane. I need it. I desire it like a craze crack head.

What is wrong with me? I wish, I knew.