Cannibals

by Miss Jade Black

-“Promise me” he said, running a hand through his now ragged hair. “Promise me that …. That if I die, you’ll eat me.”

-“Eew man, that’s just gross. I am a vegan after all. And anyway, After all those years you’ve smoke and shit, you must taste like crap.” I snorted.

-“Jesus, I just wanted you to live; now you have to be a bitch and tell me I’ll taste like crap.” he teased.

-“I would rather eat my left hand. It isn’t very much use. I don’t write with it, I don’t usually use it to hold things. Just look at it,” I said waving my useless hand around. “It’s a tub of lard compared to my right hand. My right hand is all muscular and strong.”

He laughed, a laugh that traveled to his brilliant blue eyes. He smiled; even the slightest smile lit up his face and made his features wonderfully perfect. He reached his hand to grab mine, his black nail polish peeled and scratched.

-“I am being serious. I want you to eat me. I don’t care if you find it morally wrong, you think I will taste like” he paused “Crap. I want your pretty little hands to be safe, I love you.”

-“Even my left one? Look at it! It is fucking fat! Think of how tasty it will be!” I rubbed my stomach and licked my lips for effect. They were chapped and swollen, as well as covered with tiny cuts.

-“Yes” he smirked “Even your left hand. Promise me please.”

-“Hell no. You will taste like crap; you are too pretty to eat, and you will be leaving me on this hellhole.” I gestured to the trees surrounding us. It was pathetic that we were in this situation; everything seemed to be a cheesy horror movie. A couple gets lost in huge forest and a huge monster tries to kill them.

A huge monster.

Great, now I have got myself scared. Well, so far, the monster has yet to find us, but I am sure it won’t be long. Six days so far, and our following days were numbered, I was sure.

-“Please.” he begged. “Can’t you just eat me?”

-“Nope, nah dah, no way in hell, fuck no, non, jamais, never in a million years will I eat you.”

Now we may seem like we are crazy, fighting over if I should eat him or not, but the thing is... we probably are. Our brains were starving after only have eaten the few berries that had survived the first frost.

-“Hannah” he used his whinning voice, which normally got him something he wanted, like a kiss. Never before had he been asking for me to eat him.

-“Wow, now you are using my name AND the whiny voice. You must really want me to eat you.” He nodded and gave me his puppy dog face. Now how the hell could I eat something so cute? “Well, Thomas Henry Robertson, two can play at that game. I will not, under any circumstances, eat you.” He pouted and turned away from me.

-“Bitch.” He mumbled.

-“But you love this bitch”

-“I do.”

-“I love you too.”

A.N. What the hell? Trust me, I have no idea why I wrote this. Oh well, I hope you liked it.

LOve

MissJade

PS I hate spell check, so sorry if there is a lot of mistakes.