12. KARMA IS A BITCH PART II

I was hungry as hell.

My eyes sat on the bowl sitting opposite him with a spoon inside. There was a plate of bread next to it. My eyes moved from the bowl to him as he ate his own food slowly, not even sparing me a look.

Was the bowl mine? Was the food mine?

I nearly laughed at that. I never had food. I never had a bowl with food in it waiting for me. Never in my life.

Wendy would always throw pieces of spoilt bread on the floor and I would pick them up to eat whenever that happened. I would go through weeks not eating anything, watching them eat and drink blood every night until I craved even the blood with how hungry I was. I used to bite myself and suck the blood that would come out of the wounds, thinking it would fill me up since all the vampires around me were also drinking blood but I had just been hurting myself for nothing. I had always been a bony child. I had always had bones stick out of my skin to the point where my skin would tear from the bones and how thin it was. When