They Need To Eat

"UGHH—!"

A twisting pain in my gut yanked me back to consciousness.

My stomach cried out, a hollow, gnawing ache that spread through my limbs, reminding me that I had failed.

Again.

I blinked, forcing my eyes open to the hazy morning light.

My body was stiff, curled up against the hot, filthy ground.

Dried blood caked my face and matted my hair.

I was a mess.

People walked past me like I was just another piece of trash littering the streets.

Not a single glance spared, not a single word spoken.

Just the steady rhythm of their footsteps, each one hammering in the reality of what I had become.

It wasn't that none of them were kind, no, likely many of them were.

But they all knew how I became what I became.

They knew that I had betrayed them.

They despised me. 

Only the kindest of the kind would help someone they despised. 

These people weren't of that type.