29 augustus 2013
Yesterday I had the shock of my life: Normally my boyfriend and I eat breakfast together, but yesterday he didn’t get up early and I let him sleep because he had finished lots of work in the midnight. In the afternoon I’ve already prepared the table for lunch and decided to wake him up. When I entered my boyfriend’s room I saw him eating steak, but it was a raw, bloody T-bone steak. By his side, there was a pack of row steak I bought for cooking dinner. His shirt and his hand were dirtied by blood. I thought he didn’t notice me because he concentrated on eating the weird thing. I didn’t know what to do then I decided to close the door quietly as possible. I pretended to know nothing and watched TV. Ten minutes later he left his room with his new shirt. He sit next to me and his right hand touched my shoulder. I felt strange