Silent Cravings

I’m not like the others here. I’ve never been like anyone, really—not since I can remember. I feel… nothing. There’s no joy, no sadness, no anger. Only the occasional dark craving that surges up from somewhere deep inside. An urge to kill. But that’s one urge I keep buried, hidden behind the polite nods and empty stares that help me blend in.



Moving to a new school in Manchester should’ve been easy. But then the murders began. Someone here is killing students, and now everyone’s watching everyone else. Everyone’s afraid.



Everyone, except me.



I didn’t expect to care about finding the killer. But the bodies are piling up, and for the first time, something stirs within me—curiosity. An itch I can’t ignore. I’m drawn to it, to the hunt, even though each new death feels like a warning, a sign of something crawling out from inside me.



Then I meet them: a girl with eyes that seem to understand the darkness in mine, a boy who challenges me like he’s searching for my own hidden secret, and a friend who’s as bright as I am hollow. Being around them is dangerous. They’re making me feel things—small, strange things I can’t name, and the more I feel, the harder it is to keep that dark urge under control.



As I get closer to the truth, I’m beginning to wonder: am I hunting a killer, or am I becoming one? Or maybe... I’ve been one all along.