This week of school seemed to drag on forever, especially on Wednesday. Wednesday, the school closed so we could all attend Blake's funeral. We all gathered in the cemetery around an empty casket and watched as it was slowly lowered into the ground. The police never found his body, and I didn't dare ask Cannibal where he put it.

I think the police gave up on Carson, seeing as he also attended the funeral service. If you killed someone, would you attend their funeral? The police didn't think so. That's why they dropped the search on him.....for now.

I cried during the whole service and ceremony. Lindsey was clinging to me the whole time. We could hardly stand we were both crying and shaking so much.

I couldn't believe I didn't try to help Blake. He died in my living room, in front of my own eyes, and I didn't do one thing to save him.

After Blake's burial, we all gathered and tried to make each other feel slightly better. We told stories and happy memories of our times with Blake. I still remember his mom coming up to me and hugging me, whispering to me about what a good friend I was to him. I didn't feel like a good friend though.

After the entire funeral had ended and everyone was leaving, I slowly and glumly made my way to my car. It was starting to darken outside, and I was becoming extremely tired. I was just unlocking the car door when I noticed a figure sitting on the ground, their back against my front tire.

I walked closer to see Carson, sitting with his head down. I knelt down and put a hand on his slightly shaking shoulder. "Are you okay?"

He looked up with his tear stained face, but he slightly smiles, "Yeah, I'm okay."

I continued to look at him worriedly, "Do you wanna talk about it?"

He nodded, "Actually, yeah, but can we go to my house? I don't wanna be out here talking about this."

I nod and slowly help him to his feet. We get into my car and I slowly drive to his house. We don't say anything as I drive and pull into his driveway, switching the ignition to off. We exit my car and walk into his house. His mother was in the living room sitting on the sofa, drinking tea and reading a book. I had no idea where his father was, maybe in his study or at work.

Carson's mother looked towards the door once we'd shut it and smiled a sympathetic smile, "Hey kids. Did everything go okay?"

Carson and I slightly nodded, "Yeah, it was just sad and depressing," I said.

She nodded understandingly, "I know. It's such a shame. I never met the young man, but he seemed to be a good friend of you two."

I nodded while Carson just kept his gaze to the floor. I decided I'd spend the night with him, seeing as we were both in pretty delicate and depressed states. Carson had let me borrow some of his clothes, a t-shirt with The 1975 on it and some black basketball shorts.

I climbed into his bed while he was in his bathroom brushing his teeth. I laid my head against the head board and inspected his room. Almost everything was white, which I thought was a bad color seeing as he's always bloody. He had a white dresser with a huge flat screen TV sitting atop it. His bed was king sized with a small white table and lamp sitting beside it. His carpet was also a cream color, and his curtains matched it.

His bed was extremely comfortable, probably memory foam, so it wasn't long before my drowsiness started to consume me. I was almost asleep when he came out of the bathroom. He was also wearing black basketball shorts, but with a red t-shirt on. He looked very cute, seeing as he's small in height. I think that's what I liked about him. I didn't have to strain my neck to kiss him.

He smiled at me, a curious look on his face, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

I shrugged, "I don't know, you're just cute."

He blushed slightly, "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

I chuckled as he climbed into bed next to me and cuddled against me. He was so warm and the safe feeling returned to me.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at him, "So, what are we gonna talk about."

His eyes shot open and he cast a sad look towards the wall, "Well, it's.....complicated."

I gently pushed away and pulled him to sit up with me, "Well, let's talk then. What's bothering you?"

He shrugged, "Well, you see, when Cannibal kills people he doesn't care, but I do. I feel so guilty right now. I've never felt this guilty about someone being killed by Cannibal. I think it's because I'd actually seen him and I knew he was your friend, so it hits closer I guess."

I sighed and grabbed his hands with mine, "I know. You're not bad like Cannibal. Cannibal is just a fucking bitch."

Carson laughed, "I know right?"

I laughed too and pushed him back so he was lying down and I was on top of him. He chuckled sexily as I kissed his lips. We pulled apart and smiled blissfully at each other. I leaned down and began kissing him again.

As we made out, I could've sworn something had changed. My curiosity got the better of me and I pulled away to stare into blood red eyes. That was the change.

Cannibal sat up and looked me in the eyes. I'm pretty sure he was trying to take my soul with how he stared at me, but I'm still not entirely sure.

He chuckled and gave me a peck on the cheek, "You're funny when you're flustered."

I looked at him weirdly. Did he read my mind?

"Don't you remember the first day we met?" he asked.

I thought back to that day and realized, "Oh...yeah. You can read minds. Such a stalker. I can't even have my own thoughts with you around."

He chuckled and put his arm around my waist, "I know. I'm such a bother."

We held each other in a loving embrace before he groaned in pain. I looked up at him, "What's the matter?"

He looked at me, a small but nervous smile on his face, "I'm hungry."

"Oh, right. Okay. Yeah, go have fun or whatever it is you do." I said jokingly.

He rolled his eyes before he stood up from the bed. He helped me get comfortable in the bed before he turned out the light, gave me one last kiss, and left.

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Friday finally came and I was kind of nervous about it, but at the same time really excited. Cannibal was going to be taking me on a date tonight, and I didn't really know how to feel about it.

I was happy and excited that he would do this for me, but at the same time I was really nervous. What if something happened? What if he ate someone while we were at the restaurant? What if he got caught and he was taken away from me?

All these thoughts ran through my head the entire school day. It was extremely hard to concentrate on anything school related.

I walked to my car to see Carson leaning against the front of it. He had his head down with a black leather jacket on. He wore his usual stylish brand of jeans with his black Converse sneakers. He had his hood from his jacket up, so I couldn't see his face.

I walked up to him with a smirk on my face, "What're you doing here crazy?"

I walked up and he put his arms around my waist while I put mine around his neck. He lifted his head slightly to look at me and smiled a fanged smile. It was Cannibal.

I suddenly had this wave of panic, "Cannibal?! What're you doing out this early?! You're gonna get caught!" I whisper screamed as I began trying to cover his face.

He started laughing and held my shoulders to steady me, "Baby, it's okay. Nobody's gonna know. Besides, we got some fun activities to do leading up to our date tonight."

I looked at him, a small smile on my face, "Really? Like what?"

He smiled and kissed me softly before replying, "You'll see."