I storm out the front door, slamming it in my boyfriends face. My body burned with anger as I stomped down our street. I felt the need to scream until my vocal cords exploded. I had never met someone who was so self-absorbed until I met him at the local club. He was inconsiderate and made my inside boil with anger.
I thought about the look on the girls face as I walked into MY room. The fire in her eyes like she accomplished something. I had not been able to move and I watched until my boyfriend made his release inside of her. My whole body was tense when he looked at me. Not much had been said.
"Pack your fucking shit and get the hell out." I had told him.
He jumped up quickly getting dressed as I had walked to the front door. He grabbed me and jerked me to the ground. He slapped me across the face and cursed at me. I stood up quickly then and walked out.
When my mind came back to reality I realized my legs had stopped moving. I looked around at the now dark sky creeping over the city of Chicago. I shuddered when I heard loud screeching and growls.
-stray dogs. Just some stray dogs.- I told myself.
I've read about the disappearances of young women in the location, how horrible the families must have felt. Not knowing where there loved ones are. I decided some must have run off, since none found their remains.
I suddenly questioned if I should be out this late alone. I am young, turned 22 not longer than two months ago. My thick jet black hair lie against my body down to just below my waist, the black made my light porcelain skin look fragile, like I was to break at a single touch. My body was not petite, I weigh a good 145 pounds, but my belly was flat and my hips and butt curved into thick firm thighs. Above my ribs, my 38C breast held a perky condition considering how big they were. I am not shy about my body, I am proud.
My mind was going a mile a minute. Thoughts about going back home kept coming to the back of my mind. I finally told myself I needed a vacation. Somewhere to get away from everything. I felt for my phone in my pockets, but soon realized I had left it at home. That was the motivation I needed to start heading home. It started out as a silent walk.
I heard grunts and groans coming from the street I walked on. I slowly stopped, so the pit-patters of my feet wouldn't alarm the thing that I was near. I listened, but couldn't hear anything. I took another step and heard a loud groan.
"Hello?" I called out in front of me.
There was a dark blue dumpster under a street light. I jumped when it moved and a man fell over. I ran over to him and almost vomited when I saw his body. Pieces of his flesh was torn off body and glass was poking out all of his body. He was not wearing any clothes. His manhood was very noticeable. What could be seen of his chest, I could tell his was a well toned man. The blood smelled rancid and I could help but gag. He looked up at me, but couldn't hold his head up. He reached our his arm, the fingers where skin was supposed to be was nothing but bones. They touched my shoe and he stopped moving. I looked around to see if anyone else was there. Not a single being.
I bent down and pulled him to sit up right again. He was heavy. His body was unconditionally warm, I felt his fast heart beat under my hand on his chest. I wrapped his left arm around my should and started to try to life him. My heel slid off the curb and I landed in the bloody mess. I hurried to my feet and looked at the man staring at me again.
"I-I-I want to help, but you need to help me." I spoke slowly making sure he understood me.
