Over the course of the next week, Johnny was driven insane, the doll kept appearing in random locations and he couldn’t escape, he tried throwing it out, he even tried burning it but to no avail. The doll kept coming back and he felt like he was losing it. He felt sluggish and tired constantly, an overwhelming feeling of wanting to taste flesh growing in him. He didn’t act on it though; he couldn’t make himself satisfy his needs.

It wasn’t until 2 days later when they were all in school that he finally completely lost it. His whole body was shaking, he knew what he wanted, he knew he needed it. He couldn’t go any longer without this overwhelming feeling of tearing someone apart with his teeth consuming him.

Sam looked up from her food at him, raising an eyebrow at how nervous Johnny looked, his face completely drained of any colour. He scrunched his nose, as if he could smell the scent of her blood as her flesh tore off her. He couldn’t take it, he suddenly stood up and took her hand, dragging her along with him to the classroom that hadn’t been used since the suicide incident.

“Johnny, what are you doing? Where are you taking me?” she questioned him and he didn’t look back at her, he kept going and going until he shut the classroom door behind them. He pins her against the wall, making sure she can’t defend herself. “I’ve been dying to do this, all week, I want to taste your skin so bad, I can’t hold back anymore” he spoke with a deep husky voice as he leaned closer and closer to her shoulder.

With a single flick of his tongue over his lips she barely had time to comprehend what he had said before he sunk his teeth into her shoulder, pulling the pale flesh off, revealing the bone that was coated in blood. The sound of her screams filled the room as drops of blood splashed onto the floor, her blouse being tinted red. He pulled away, satisfied with the blood and flesh dripping from his pale lips. Her breath couldn’t catch up to her, her body became paler as the metalllic taste and smell filled him completely.

She fell to the floor, feeling numb from the shock, she could barely contain her breathing. Johnny walked over to the large window, opening one of them wide. “Johnny” she barely whispered, her voice growing weaker as the pain in shoulder began again. She couldn’t keep her eyes open, consciousness drifting away from her.