Primitive

Prologue

The idea of cannibalism was always intriguing to me. The concept of it baffled me. It was like the warm glow of a fire drawing in a moth. I found the cannibal's state of mind and way of thinking interesting. It wasn't normal. Then again, I never was. 

I had a pursuit for scary things. First, it started out as a liking for scary movies and books. Then it turned into a bit of an obsession. I would look up scary stories on the internet. But one aspect of "scary" that I fell in love with after reading about it was cannibalism. Sounds strange, but if you were me, you would understand. No one understands. Ever.

I was always an outcast, whether it be at home or at school, or in society in general. They thought i was weird and were scared of me. I never gave them reason not to be. Maybe it was my unwelcoming aura, or my clothing or even just my appearance.

I had wavy, black hair that fell to the small of my back, hazel eyes that seemed to change colour according to my emotions (according to people who accuse me of being a witch or something else that's paranormal). But they never thought about a cannibal. I never thought about it until that day on the train.