I can’t tell anymore. It’s April apparently, but that doesn’t feel right
Stitch didn’t believe me before. It thought I was
bluffing when I said we’d starve together if it tried to kill.
I kept it under control for a while, forcing it to make
do with my blood though that wasn’t good enough for you, you greedy parasite
The proxies came after us again. Stitch hated me for
depriving it of “meals” by hurting them only as much as I had to to get away.
Stitch hated me for using it to escape when I had to, but not to fight.
I hated using it to escape too. I hated giving it that
power. I hate it.
The hunger didn’t stop growing. It kept getting worse until one night I woke up to see a man pinned to a wall in the alley I was sleeping in. He was screaming though there was no sound. The black tentacle around his neck was keeping him quiet while more were busy digging into his body. I felt Stitch’s joy as his bones broke.
I screamed and fought for control- finally forcing Stitch to drop him
Stitch tried to tell me that it was protecting me and
that the man was trying to steal from me, but I didn’t care! It wasn’t worth
that!
I haven’t slept since then. I can’t. I can’t trust that
Stitch won’t try to kill someone else while I’m out.
I haven’t given it any more of my blood either and I’ve
stopped eating too.
I won’t live like that. I told it we’d starve together,
so that’s what we’re going to do
I’m so so tired and hungry, but I won’t
