#1

They haunt you. they follow you. they have yellow eyes, sharp teeth, and dead faces. they crouch under your desk at school, stare at you from the passenger side when you drive, and float above your head like black balloons wherever you go. they crawl under your skin and make you itch and ache. they whisper razorwords in your ear.

they are the deadhungryangry ghosts that only you can see.

it's almost midnight, you're laying in bed. you're about to fall off the edge of awake into the sleepydreamcanyon when

you hear them.

you hear their footsteps on the walls, loud glass thuds on the windows and cat-paw steps across the floor. you roll over and see them crawlslitherslide towards you, leaving dark shadow trails behind them. you're terrified, frozen solid. there is ice on your skin and snow in your lungs. their dead eyes freeze you like december.

they crawl under the covers and over your skin. they kiss the bones that stick out, "good..." the croon. they love your bones. if it were up to them, you would be made of bones. bones are pure and clean and beautiful. they make you want to be made of bones too.

when they touch the fat parts, they hiss and breathe smoke.

the deadhungryangry ghosts slide inside your mouth. they are angry at the fat parts. they rage inside your stomach, hunger pains that make you cry. they throw iceballs at your ribcage and bang against your bones. they crawl under your skin, stretching the cuts and scars until they're about to burst and spill sugar-rust all over your bed. they climb up your spine and into your head, and the razorwhispers come...

fat.stupid.weak.pathetic.bitch.whale.fat.ugly.loner.loser.outcast.waste.dyke.pig.fat.ugly.fat.ugly.ugly.

you want them to shut up, but love to hear them speak. you want them to stop hurting you, but love the pain they create. you hate them, love them, despise them, adore them. you and the ghosts have an agreement. you give them self-control and willpower and strength... they will give you beauty and bones. you need them, you know the deadhungryangry ghosts will give you what you want.

and it's too late to turn around. you've already read the contract and signed your name in blood.

~JH