"I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND WHERE DID YOUR SUDDEN appetite come from, Tasha," dad broke the silence, making our eyes meet and mirror each other. "However, I'm not complaining," that made me mentally sigh in relief. "I'm just... curious."
When I finished eating my cheese sandwich, before saying anything. "Like I said yesterday, dad, it was because of my nightmare."
"The one where your brother dies?" So, he remembered that;
"Yes," my answer was short. "It all began when I woke up yesterday. After that happened, I felt a burning hunger consume me from the inside." Although I would say more like hunger for blood than for food. "Now, I feel like I could eat pounds of food. And every time I eat, it makes me even more hungry. Is that crazy?"
Could that be a result of me dying? Because it can't be just because I starved for a month, right? I don't really know.
