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The Gnawing Hunger Part Nine
Hawthorne. The skinny man was consuming his every thought as he sat on the bed. More then this painful hunger was doing deep in his stomach. Or whatever he could actually consider this terrible pain inside himself. As it felt so much stronger than simple hunger. As his dinner hadn't done anything to stop it. Neither did the pretzels that he had been munching on. Which seemed to only make his mouth run dry. The taste of the savory snack was so utterly disgusting to him.
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The Gnawing Hunger Part Six
After a quick shower, Hawthorne seemed to be a lot better. A lot more alert than he did earlier that morning. Smiling ear to ear as he walked out. Wearing clothes that he borrowed from Bo. And Thorn promised to wash them before giving them back. He was so grateful that he had brought a belt with him. Otherwise the pants wouldn't have fit him properly. Though Thorn hadn't done much with his hair. It was washed and looked good but it seemed like a hassle. Bo asked,"Would it be cool if I braid your hair, Thorn?"
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The Gnawing Hunger Part Seven
For the rest of the day, Bo kept an eye on his phone. It was kind of dumb for him to be hoping for something. After all, he just dropped off Hawthorne at that hotel not that long ago. And there was no way his Mom could get his stuff to him so quickly. Yet, there was a part of him that couldn't stop hoping for it. Or wondering how long it would be until Thorn could talk to him.
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The Gnawing Hunger Part Eight
The idea of leaving the cabin had come up briefly in passing. As some of them didn't want to be in there anymore, he didn't want to be. Not after Arthur's murder. Death. Animal attack? Or whatever you could call that. Bo wasn't entirely certain what happened to Arthur could be classified as.
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The Gnawing Hunger Part Four
For the rest of that night, the strange creature filled Bo's mind. The strange way it looked. How it just stared at him with those dead cold pale blue eyes. Like it were looking straight through him. There was this strange mixture when it had done that.
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The Gnawing Hunger Part Five
From the minute that Bo woke up, he thought Hawthorne was just a dream. And he wouldn't be in the spare room sleeping. That there would be nothing there. Only a stuffy room that they had rarely ever used. And that he definitely needed to clean it. He opened his eyes and rubbed the sleep out of them the best he could. Sitting up, he stared down at the floor. Surprised to find that there were dirty patches on the ground. Roughly around the size of a human foot. Almost like his visitor from earlier in the morning. He fully realized that this meant he hadn't been dreaming. That Hawthorne was really in the cabin. In a room, that anyone could find him in.
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The Gnawing Hunger Part Three
Once in town, Bo tried to not think about what he saw. As it probably wasn't real. After all, how could a creature like that even exist? It must have been a part of his overactive imagination. And that he was just super tired from the trip up. That was it and nothing more.
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The Gnawing Hunger Part Two
Bo had been in his room for the past few minutes. And he already wished they hadn't come at all. His Mom and Grandpa were already at each other's throats. And they barely were there for thirty minutes. He was already beginning to despise his own birth week and birthday. And everything to do with it. Laying back on his bed, he groaned,"Dudes. I told you they weren't going to last an hour out here."
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The Gnawing Hunger Part One
The first thing that Bo was aware of was the sound of beeping to the right of him. Then there was some form of tubing in his nose that was a little uncomfortable. Along with a needle in his arm. Which probably meant there was an I.V in his elbow. If he remembered from watching T.V that's generally what a needle in his arm would mean. Carefully, he opened his eyelids to see that he was indeed in the local hospital. That the beeping sound was from a machine that monitored his heart rate. There were two women nurses milling around the room. Doing things that he guessed were either to help him. Or to keep the room much cleaner. They were quietly speaking stuff that he didn't really listen to. As what they were saying to each other didn't matter to him. All that mattered was the growing hunger in his belly. The strange joyous pain that it brought him.
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