"Do you remember when I told you about my time as a child, after becoming an orphan? and being kicked out of the orphanage?
"I didn't lie, didn't exaggerate, didn't furnish or intensify. When I was younger I had an insatiable hunger, something that could not be sated by anything. After leaving home I began, without knowing why, to eat. For two full weeks I did so, living on the streets like an animal with a drained DSi and digging through trash for food.
"Eventually, however, I was found by a lady. Apparently. I don't remember seeing her; all I remember is that suddenly I was plucked off the streets, bathed, fed, housed. They put me in that orphanage and treated me with love.
"But the woman told me: the day they found me I was chewing the rind of a can, so heartily they had to pry the bits of steel out of my teeth. For a while that image followed me around. The kids ran away, or when they didn't they called me names: mudgirl, Ouroboros. Anything to make me feel like an animal, a cannibal.
"I didn't let it happen, of course. Through force and time I ended up becoming friends with all the children of the orphanage, kids of all ages and genders and backgrounds, kids that had been abandoned, or left, or thrown out. Kids who had just never had a home. Among these kids I felt a real affinity, something to hold onto, to believe in.
"And then the orphanage was foreclosed. Somehow. We still don't know exactly why, or how this was even possible. But before we knew it we were homeless again.
"Most of my friends were moved to other places, other homes. But for some reason I refused. Instead I went out and wandered the streets again. My hunger was even more insatiable this time, even more uncontrollable. I could not stop from eating feces or animal corpses or car tires or linoleum. The AAD said that if I hadn't awakened when I did I would have died of so many diseases they couldn't even count them. And it was a month before that happened.
"Long story short: I don't want to eat that much ever again. I love food. You saw that. But now whenever I eat I remember that time and I want to eat and eat more, and before I know it my body reacts...like that...and it comes out. Almost as if it's trying to save me. From something. Myself. And I still don't know why. Why am I like this? Why did I run away from home, and what about that prompted me to do what I did? Was I always like this, and didn't know it? What is happening to me?"