So much blood

Since the last time I posted, those people started attacking me instead of just following. The first time was when I was sleeping in the doorway of an old grocery store with Stitch wrapped around me as usual when it woke me up in time to see a man standing over me with a knife. Stitch launched me up at him before moving back into me, letting me knock him back and allowing me to start running. He was fast and caught up with me quick. He grabbed my shoulder but I had my knife ready. I spun around and cut his arm. He let me go and I kept running, I could have sent Stitch at him but I didn’t want to.  

I kept thinking about the man I killed outside that bar, and about Jane. 

Stitch dug into the ground and pulled me forward faster, out of his reach and away. The next time there were more. I was passing an alleyway when a woman who was walking towards me suddenly turned and shoved me into it, where two others were waiting. I dodged a punch but one of them tripped me and as soon as I fell, they started stomping and kicking me. Stitch wanted to kill them all. I saw their bodies breaking in my mind as Stitch tried to convince me it was what I wanted too. Instead, I had it push me up. They were a bit more ready for that this time and I was cut deep as I went. It helped me climb up to the roof. They didn’t try to follow. Stitch curled around me like a blanket again as I cried.  

I didn’t want to feel the way Stitch felt.

Of course more came. I had just left the library when a van pulled up with a door open. Before I could react, I felt something smash into my back, sending me in. I looked back to see a man with a bat following me into the van and shutting the door. The other people in the van started on me. I screamed as they held me down and cut me. I couldn’t run this time.

I killed them all.

Tentacles burst out of me and into them. Stitch made it feel so good to kill them. I felt the hunger ease while they bled.   

Then there was a crash and spinning as I was knocked around inside the van. The driver was gone. I guess he jumped or teleported out when I started killing them

I pulled myself out through one of the doors that had been broken open. Other cars were smashed. More people were hurt or worse. I ran. Some people called out to me. I was being chased out of concern or anger. It hurt so much but I kept running.

Innocent people have been hurt or killed because of me

Because I fought back

I know that to stay alive in this you have to fight and you have to be able to hurt others. I KNOW that but I guess I stupidly hoped that maybe once I was on my own,  I’d be able to just keep running

Happy New Year I guess