Summer 1980 – Choosing to be an Honest Monster

Kaitlin sat on the couch, legs pulled up to her chest. She said, “I won’t do it. I won’t put on the glamour. I won’t pretend that I’m still alive. If I’m going to be a fucking monster I’m not going to hide it.”

I said, “That is admirable but it will limit your options for survival.”

She lifted her gaze and stared at me. “What makes you think I want to survive? I have to fucking eat people! I don’t want to eat people! I don’t want suck on them until I feel them die! It’s horrible!”

I looked into her black eyes. I nodded. I asked, “Shall I kill you then?”