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with eric gone, nothing was the same.
he killed himself almost 2 weeks ago, march 20th. a fucking month before NBK. he couldnt have waited?
dylan was lonelier than ever without his favorite person. he had hardly left his room, never ate or anything.
he couldnt bring himself to go to school or talk to anyone else. he felt the only thing he could do for now was completely isolate himself.
people tried comforting him, telling him how sorry they were as if they were the ones who had killed eric--although technically, they were, it still got annoying. nobody even noticed him before this, but as soon as his best friend dies, everybody does?
same with eric. people would make fun of him, do anything besides talk to him or include him, but now that hes dead everybody starts saying shit like 'he was gone too soon' 'we were so close i cant believe this'. fuckin liars.
another thing about his death though, nobody knew where the body was. nobody besides dylan.
some thought maybe his body was at the bottom of a lake or something. maybe somewhere deep in the forest.
and thats exactly where it was.
eric gave dylan the exact location of where he'd bleed out not long before he did it. somewhere in the forest nobody ever went, since it was so easy to get lost there.
dylan told his mother he was 'going for a walk to clear his mind'. of course, she couldnt stop him. she figured it would be good for him to get out of the house after staying in his room for as long as he did.
just 15 minutes later, there he was. on his knees by erics bloody corpse in the forest. few bugs crawled on his skin.
he couldnt cry. he couldnt even tear up looking at his best friends dead body. maybe he was just in shock?
i guess it wasnt too surprising though. dylan would refuse to cry no matter what, persisting it made him look weak.
all he could do was stare down at eric. he still looked so pretty.
his skin was more pale than before, his cheeks were more hollow, his lips were slightly parted open. he looked perfect as always.
instead of feeling extremely sad, or disgusted by what he was seeing, dylan felt.. something else. a feeling he couldnt describe-- until he noticed the bulge in his pants.
no normal person would get hard by looking at their best friends corpse (or any corpse in general), but there dylan was.
he cupped erics face softly, shivering at how cold his skin was.
dylan rubbed his thumb against his friends cheek for a while. he even began mumbling on about how much he loved him or somethin'.
soon there was another feeling, something different from horniness.
the boy had no idea what it was, or WHY he felt it.
it was more like an urge. an urge to devour. an overwhelming feeling of hunger.
hungry for flesh. erics flesh.
before he knew it, dylan was lifting up erics cold, scarred, bloody arm up to his face, biting down like a dog would a bone.
he bit off a chunk of the meat on erics body as if it was a piece of steak or something.
the meat was tough-ish, but he managed to chew and swallow. then repeated that, tearing off erics flesh from his arm with his teeth.
he didnt know what the fuck came over him.
it was as if something was possessing him, no control over his actions.
he was eating the flesh from erics arm like he'd been starved. which he sorta had, considering the way he hardly ate after the boys death.
even when the arm was practically just a bloody bone, dylan wasnt finished.
he straddled erics corpse and leaned down to kiss the boys cold neck before biting into it harshly. blood squirted out like a small, dark red fountain.
it was like a predator eating its prey. like a feral coyote tearing apart a rabbit.
while chewing on flesh from erics neck, something inside of dylan just kinda switched?
before he could swallow it, tears were finally filling his eyes. he looked down at the corpse he was still straddling to see just what he had done in that short amount of time. there pretty much no meat on his arm, bites taken out of his neck (and blood spurting out of it)
there was nothing else he was able to do before breaking down into tears.
he hugged eric tightly, sobbing rather loud into the boys chest.
he choked on a small chunk of flesh while crying, which he had to spit out somewhere on the ground.
there was no going back with anything. eric was dead, dylan had ate parts of the corpse. everything was fucked.
he figured whatever eric used to slit his wrists had to be around still. nobody had seen the corpse besides dylan anyways.
so he searched for a moment, checking pockets and all that. until he spotted something shiny on the ground, the bloody blade eric used.
it was all so messy. tears and snot running down dyls face, the dirt on the ground getting everywhere, all the blood and bits of skin. not to mention the tall trees above them blocked out most the sun, so it wasnt the brightest either.
dylan reached out and grabbed the blade, probably slicing his fingers a bit since it was sharp and he couldnt bother being careful. he was going to kill himself anyways, why would that matter?
he wasted no time slitting his own wrists. making sure to hit any vein or artery he could.
it didnt take long before his wrist looked like erics neck, blood dripping everywhere and squirting out like a fountain
dylan let go of the blade and let it fall somewhere before getting on the ground to lay right beside eric.
he turned his head to face his best friend, closing his eyes and softly kissing his cold cheek.
he could feel himself becoming light-headed after a few minutes. but he couldnt help think maybe the cuts werent deep enough. what if he just passed out for a bit and woke up?
those thoughts faded out as dylan did, seeing everything around him slowly become blurry and dark. an agonizing ringing filled his ears.
he knew what was happening. everything was finally over, all of it.