Bedtime Story: Zombie Girl
Date Thursday, March 28, 2024 - 02:47 PM PST
Topic Illustrations


I'm so empty, fuck...it's like someone reached inside me with an iron spoon an scraped out everything inside. Like a pumpkin on halloween. I can feel it, deep down inside, the inside of my skin is all raw and bleeding. All it'd take is one good thump, like Bobby used to give me when I said something stupid, just one good thump and I'd break apart into a thousand jagged pieces.



I'm hungry, hungrier than I've ever been. It's worse than when I was in highschool and I used to throw up everything I ate so I could be like the other girls, you know the ones on TV. I mean, I was hungry then all the time, but it was nothing like this...nothing at all.

Everything is sort of fuzzy too, I mean, the last thing I remember really clear is my sister calling me and telling me she was pregnant. She asked for help, and I laughed at her. Fucking slut, it's her fault she got knocked up, I mean, I've been preggers too, but a trip to the clinic solved that, her and her stupid holier-than-thou morals. Look where that got you sis, fat and unwanted, left by your man for some east-side skank and not even five bucks to your name. Can you imagine she wanted to stay at my place? I'm not the fucking salvation army, fuck her. But still, thats the last thing I can really, really remember. Isn't that just beautiful? The only thing I have left is the memory of my dumb-shit sister begging for a place to stay...fuck.

Damn, nothings working. I've eaten like, three hamburgers and two of those foul-assed tacos from Jack-in-the-Box. It felt like I was eating matchsticks, like they were made out of smoke you know? I need another cigarette, but I've had like eight in the past hour...the nicotine urge is driving me nuts, I'm hungry, thirsty and cigarettes aren't helping. Maybe I should go out, maybe I just need to get laid or something, yeah...thats it. Last time I felt bombed out Johnny Chang and that latin guy he hangs out with hooked me up with some shit and I was so fucked up we had a three-way...I felt good after that. Maybe thats all I need. Must make sure to wear my knock-me-down-and-fuck-me shoes, those are a sure thing right there.

God damn...I'm so hungry it hurts, I fucking chewed my nails down to the nub in the cab and didn't even notice. At least they aren't bleeding, that'd make me a real prize, shit.

No one's asking me to dance, this is bullshit! I come to this club every damned weekend, I know this place, this place knows me! I've got like, the shortest skirt in the world, and I work too damn hard on my figure to know I ain't making it work. What the hell? Someone dance with me! Someone buy me a drink or something...even look at me...just a glance, please?

You know, I've never bothered to notice the losers in this club, no one does...but I can see them now. Theres like four or five of them, all fucked up looking. Their eyes are all dried up and hollow, like some smack-addict on one hell of bender. God thats disgusting, I bet thats what I'd look like if I was pregnant.

Uhn...it feels like really bad cramps now, that last one hurt so bad I yelped, but no one looked, no one but the losers, and they just gave me this weird look. Who the fuck are they to look at me? Fucking lame-ass wannabes. I'm the real thing, I'm a Beautiful Person, people want me...they shouldn't even waste time looking at me!

What the fuck is that kid doing? He's one of the losers, following some dumpy ass chick as she walks off the dance floor. She doesn't notice him of course, decent people don't notice losers like that.

Holy shit!

He hit her...he fucking hit her in the back of the head! In the middle of the club! Somebody do something! Somebody call security or something...fuck, ow...I finished my drink and didn't even realize it. No one's doing anything. He just keeps hitting her, hard...holy shit. What the fuck i going on? It's like they're invisible, everyone's still dancing and trying to get laid...can't they see whats going on? Fuck.

Oh god...I think he's going down on her. The other losers are going over there too. He's dragged her off to the side and pushed up against the wall. He's definately going down on her, disgusting! But he ain't moving right. I've had a guy or girl go down on me a couple of times before, they don't move like that. Ugh...it's like he's eating something, tearing at it with his little sick-ass loser teeth. I feel like I want to throw up but I haven't got anything to throw up, I'm so god damn hungry.

The other losers are going at her too, some lost looking heroin chick is doing something with the dead girl's arm, and this skinny-assed goth freak is tearing at her neck with his fingers. They're smiling, they're eyes are different too now...alive, all bright and...fuck, this is sick! Eew...shit.

Why won't anyone do anything?

I'm so fucking hungry...somebody help me, help her...anybody, god what the hell is going on?

They're looking over at me now. I should be running away, I should be calling the cops or turning away and ignoring them, shit...anything but staring back. The heroin girl is doing this stupid little come-hither thing with her finger, like out of some bad rap music video or old eighties flick. God I'm hungry, maybe they want to tell me I'm on TV or something, like it's all a big gag...like that show with the chick from Beverely Hills 90210 where they scare people for fun. Thats all.

Oh god...they're eating her. It isn't a gag. This isn't some sick fucking joke, this is fucking real. That goth freak is smiling and flossing his teeth with some stringy part of that girl. I don't know why I'm not running, I think I'm too hungry to move, too weak. The heroin girl is getting really close to me, pressed up against my legs with her dry-stick body, eew...she's like, room temperature and dry as an old lady. Her hands are warm though, really warm. Her eyes are alive and full of something too...I can see it. She looks at me, straight on and rubs her belly, licks her lips and laughs. Some guy off to the side calls out something to her. Fuck, I think he's asking her to dance, she gives me this stupid prissy little "see, they can see me now," look and prances off like a little bitch to go dance.

The others are laughing too, and then going out onto the dance floor...everyone can see them now, they're not empty anymore, they're full and alive and everyone notices them.

Oh god...I'm so hungry, and lonely...this is such bullshit...

Maybe if I have just a little bite...like a fingernail or something...just a bit. God this is sick, but if thats what it takes to get noticed...just a bit. I just need something to fill me for a little while, just this once.


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