The Cannibal Hunger Within Helen

It wasnt me incontrol anymore, there was someone else working my limbs and moving my body around the small dingy cabin. There came a slight buzzing that filled my head, a cloud of confusion hovered in my mind. My trembling hands stuffed various clothing in a black bag. The whole time I was scrambling around the house trying to find belongings and tresures I collected over the year, all the while I could feel his eyes on me. In the corner of my eye I could see him leaning against the door way, arms crossed and a look of content plastered on his perfectly tanned face. I couldn't tell if he was scared, or worried, he was just... content and still never moving a muscle, but only his eyes, which bore into my back bringing a deep blush to rise to my cheeks.

It bugged me though, why would some stranger care at all. Why would he care for a human being like me? Geeze I knocked the guy out with a stick and here he was all alrighty to save to the day... if only he knew. 

I shook the thoughts out of my mind and turned around making my way to the back of the cabin, the only thing I was missing was my coat which was in the back room. I needed to do this fast, if I was ever going to get away. I needed change, not routine and endless killing. I passed the kitchen , the sink was filled with murky red water from last night. Flies hovered over the counter attacking the bits of meat that was left over on plates... bits of Ash. The familiar taste of bile started to crawl its way up my throat, I ignored it and walked to the back but stopped short.

Suddenly the house was too hot, the sound of my heart hammering in my ears filled the void around me. My hands started to get clamy, and gross, I didn't know what to do but just stare at the bottom half of my dead mother. Her corpse lay sprawled out, half hiding in darkness in Ashs room, the other bottom half hanging out the door. Her legs layed at an impossible angle pointing towards the front door, it was if they where trying to walk away from death. She layed there like a dirty rag doll, hues of blue and black chased up her naked legs, her skin was a transparent ghostly white.

I couldn't breath anymore, the intake of air was almost impossible. The feeling of total numbness took over my bottom half moving up in slick goosebumps. Nothing excisted but my dead mother who lay before me slashed to bits and dead. My vision became blury, I was afraid I'd pass out right then and there. Until I felt a warm presence push up against my back, warm hands slid there way around my small fram and inbraced me in a hug. Warm lips pressed against my ear, his voice echoed in my head

" It's okay now, come on, I'm here" 

I could feel big tears slide down my face, then they were wiped away from his hands. I felt myself nod in a daze, I felt my body shift and move. My body leaned against his as he wraped a arm around my neck helping move as quickly as possible out of the house. I quickly stole a glance at his face, he was white and pale, his eyes dark and focused at the front door as we move in sync. I wanted to tell him, 

" Don't be afraid, she's just dead, nothing I haven't seen before" 

but I couldn't bring the sarcasim to spring from my numb tongue.

So I kept myself quit and kept walking with him,  it was him and me and my little black bag slung over his shoulder heading towards the front door. I kept gulping in big gasps of air to breath, my heart was still going at it. I fixated my eyes straight ahead half expecting that any mintue to see dad comeing through the front door with a bloody ax slung over his dirty shoulder with a half crazed smile plastered on his old face.

But no, this wasn't some typcical horror related book scene I read so many times in the old stack of books I collected. This was different, because as we finaly made it through that door into the afternoon sun and calming sooth noise. Every hair and fraction of my skin seemed to scream freedom.  I wanted to smile, but smiling seemed almost impossible so I simply stayed silent and quietly prayed in my head to whomever was listening that this stranger and me would make it through the woods tonight... and I Helen would be free.