Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26450069-20150530235617

I posted this story earlier but it was deleted so I would like to find out why. It's a micropasta and I read that micropasta's need two plots or something? Anyways here it is.

I'm walking slowly down a long dark road and I've been walking this road for days. I've seen no one and I haven't eaten in a while. It'd be an understatement if I said I was starving. I can't feel my legs, I can't feel anything anymore. Nothing but hunger.

I hate being like this, I've been this way for a long time now. I miss my mother. I'll never forget what she said to me before she left me to rot.

"I love you," she told me. If she loved me then why would she leave? Why would she leave me here alone? I'm only a twelve year old boy. I guess I understand. She did it for her safety...I am a little dangerous. I guess that's why people try to kill me whenever they see me. They need to remember that I'm just a kid, how dangerous can a kid be?

It's almost midnight. I hate the dark, I get...so hungry. I can't really explain it, but it's a hunger that no one deserves to feel. I feel like I'm dying. I don't even know how to breathe anymore.

I think I'm going insane. I've been having blackouts. I'd wake up and...I'm...I'm surrounded by blood. It hasn't happened in a while though. I guess that's a good thing.

This is such a long road. Why can't I walk faster? Why can't I...

I heard something! It's coming from the woods! I think it was a gunshot! There's somebody out there...I haven't seen a living person in so long. I have to run as fast as I can to them, I can't help it. I run through the woods, following the sound.

I see him and I think he sees me. He's screaming. Why is he screaming? He has a gun and he's pointing it at me. I'm not gonna hurt you! I moan.

He shot me! He shot me in the chest, but...I didn't feel it. I'm just hungry! I wanna eat! I chase after him. I have him cornered...there's no where for him to run. I...I'm blacking out. No! Not again!

I wake up just minutes later and I'm surrounded by blood. It's on my shirt, on my hands and it's in my teeth. I stand up and I start walking slowly back to the road. Why am I this way? I have the letter "W" carved into my forehead, maybe that has something to do with it? I still miss my mom, but...at least...at least I'm no longer hungry. 