She was divorced from my dad. I was sitting on the couch in the living room watching tv and she was on the computer. I was coming up with fantasies ...n my head of what I would do to her, when she said she was going to bed. I got up and gave her hug and kiss goodnight and she walked to her room. After a while of dreaming I got up walked to her room and walked in the door. She asked me what I wanted and I asked her if it was ok if I watched tv with her for a lil bit and she said it was ok. I. Could it be the Maltese? Those bastards would stick at nothing – but, again, not this sort of sophistication. Axes and sawn-off shotguns were more like them. Fighting off the fog that seemed to be seeping into his brain, Rotkoff thought hard, his analytical mind sifting the possibilities, but coming up blank. …whispering. ‘He’s conscious I tell you.’ A low, deep voice with a South London accent. ‘No, he can’t be after the dose I gave him.’ A thin, nasal tenor – a professional voice – a Doctor?. I was determined to eat something new to me, so the Greek Shredded Chicken, with a variety of somewhat unfamiliar vegetables wrapped in pita bread was the first course. That was followed by fresh roasted corn on the cob that was stripped of it’s charred husks in front of my eyes and plunged into a vat of bubbling hot butter. Memories of eating corn on the cob at my Mother’s table came back to me, and for a moment I was sent backwards nearly 50 years in time. The grounds of what is normally a. But it isn't, the hunger is real and I need to feed, can't hurt the people I love and know so there's only one option, hunting in the forrest, what is succesfull.My friends are starting to get worried, they haven't seen me since the day I was acting weird on school. It was the discussion of the last days that I beated up school's biggest bullies.My friends convinced me to go back to school, what else should I do, live does go on and needed to fit in the normal people again before anyone.