It was stupid, thinking back I don’t even know why I drank it. I didn’t even buy it for myself, it was for my cat Charlie. Looking back I don’t know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. I would have rather liked to know the horrors that I discovered afterwards but at the same time a part of me would rather have not known. You know what they say ignorance is bliss. I can’t help but chuckle at the complete roller-coaster that I'm about to tell you. I don’t blame you if you don’t believe me. Hell the me from a month ago wouldn’t believe me either.

I guess I should start by saying that I have a condition, specifically with my digestion system. I am severely allergic to almost all foods. My body metabolizes it like poison I throw up and get a fever, diarrhea- all that nasty stuff.. Anyways for as long as I can remember I can only eat specially prepared food, if you can even call it that. Three times a day I have to drink 3 bottles of tasteless bland liquid goo filled with all the nutrients and calories that I need. I just add a cup of milkshake powder and some water and voila I have my milkshake. I call it a milkshake but I say it mockingly. When I was younger my parents called it that in an attempt to get me to drink it when I didn’t want to. Because of my condition my parents have always been close to me but since I moved out it’s only my uncle that visits from time to time to check up on me.but back to the glass of milk now

It tasted delicious. I had never tasted anything like it before. It was almost as runny as water but was a bit foamy and creamy. I couldn't help but drink the entire carton. The funny thing is that my stomach didn’t hurt. Not one bit. I went to bed and the next day I felt more refreshed than I had in a long time. Colors felt brighter and smells were clearer. I got in my car and was on my way to work when-and i’mma be frank I was going 60mph, way over the speed limit but a stupid car swerved infront of me. I didn’t have time to dodge and our cars collided. All I remember is that the windshield and the airbag exploded in unison before it went black. When I came to, I couldn't move.

I could feel that my body was in an awkward position. I managed to free myself. The cars around me had stopped and I heard an ambulance in the distance. I tasted blood in my throat and my ears were ringing.I glanced at the dashboard and froze. The airbag was completely torn and a 6 inch deep hole was in the middle of the dashboard where my head had been. I felt my forehead and face.

Aside from some scrapes and bruises it was undamaged. I don’t know how to explain what happened but I realize now it only could have been the milk. The ambulance arrived and after constantly affirming that I was actually alright they eventually left. As soon as I got back home there was something I immediately had to try. In my backyard I have two poles that I hang a clothesline from and dry my wet laundry. They are made out of thick steel and are originally made for construction. I positioned myself in front of one of them and kicked it as hard as I could. Not with my foot but square on my shin.

My leg clanged loudly against the pole. The impact rattles my whole body but to my surprise there was no pain. I rolled up the pants of my jeans and looked at my shins. It was a bit red but otherwise perfectly fine. I looked at the pole. There was a dent in the metal and the pole now stood crooked. I don’t know how but I think drinking that milk made my bones incredibly strong. It felt awesome. I couldn't stop myself from grinning. I kicked the pole again and again. This was so cool! I felt like a superhero. I had always been deathly allergic to all foods but I guess at some point my body gained the ability to digest foods again as well as this incredible ability. I couldn’t wait to tell my parents when they got back!

I immediately rushed to the store and bought something else. I was still a bit cautious and bought a single carrot. The colorful fruits and vegetables had always tempted me looking so perfect and full of color the complete opposite of the gray slop that I ate on a daily basis. I couldn’t help but fidget as I paid at the self check-out. It felt forbidden, like I was buying 1 kg of the world's most illegal drug.

I couldn’t wait till I got home but sat down on a bench next to some trees next to the grocery store. I had only drank my food for all my life. Chewing my food felt weird and awkward. My jaw burned from suddenly having to be used after 18 years of disuse. It tasted slightly sweet, woody and somewhat earthy. It had a surprising amount of water in it as well.

I washed it down with a bottle of water but that’s when something weird happened. My head was tilted up, facing the sky. I could see the moon. The thing is it was a cloudy day. Not only that, I could see everything. I could see the craters in great detail. As well as the smaller craters within the bigger craters.It was all so clear, the uneven edges, the rocky textures and the uneven surfaces. I blinked rapidly and it immediately went away. I looked at the sky and couldn’t see it anymore as it was obscured by the thick clouds but when I concentrated it came back into focus in as much detail. I took off my glasses and tried it again. I had always had a high prescription and had been as blind as a bat without my glasses. To my amazement it still worked. This was absolutely incredible. I should have realized at that time that it was too good to be true. I should have, but I didn’t.

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After that day I tried something else. I tried lobster and it’s after this that the real horrors began. It was ready made and all I had to do was open the package and crack open the shell. The taste was completely unlike anything I had ever eaten before. It was savory, soft and juicy. The meat had resistance but still broke apart easily. There was also something about how I had to crack open the shell myself that made it even more delicious. The tail was especially dense with muscle and extra juicy. I quickly finished all of it.

The next day when I woke up something happened. I couldn’t move my right hand. I brought it to my face and discovered that the wrist and up was encased in a yellowish-greenish bubble. I grasped it and hurriedly clawed it off. A weird greenish ooze gushed out staining my bed. I squeezed my nose gagging on the smell. It reeked. I couldn’t believe what I saw. My hand was gone. Instead of a hand it was claw. A lobster claw.My hand went from human skin to hard, lobster, shell.

When I was done freaking out I began searching for answers. I searched on the internet but couldn’t find anything. I still kept on looking. There must be information somewhere, something that might explain what was happening, birth records or something.

I was pretty sure those were stored in the basement. I went to the kitchen and turned on the water to full blast and washed my hand in it. I went to the basement and opened the door. I dug through piles of paper. My mom kept detailed records of me since I was born due to my condition. I found my height, weight, bmi, all these numbers but no answers. I slammed my hand on the wall in frustration. It made a boom and cracked and to my surprise the wall gave in revealing a door shaped outline in the wall. I gingerly touched it. It easily moved. I pushed it to the side and it revealed a stairway leading deeper down. I had no knowledge about this. Was this a hidden section of the house?

The stairs creak under my weight as I descend. The stairs lead to a room. There are long metal boxes on the ground around 6 of them. A sink, some cupboards and a bulky machine in the corner. I slid my finger across one of the boxes and rubbed it against my fingers. It was clean, not a spec in sight. For a room neglected for so long and underground it was awfully clean and sterile. The boxes are on wheels and reach half between my knees and hips. I stopped in front of one of them. I could now see that it had a lid on them. I pried my finger under it and lifted it up and pushed it to the side revealing its contents. In some sort of gel there were some objects. I reached in. The gel was cold and thick. My fingers wrapped around something and I pulled it out.

I instantly gagged. It was a leg. I’m not kidding, a human leg. It was pale and cut at the hip but unmistakably a leg. I recoiled in disgust and it dropped back into the gel making a soft splash. I wondered what the hell was going on. I opened the other boxes and they all had human parts. Arms, legs, hands, and torsos. I went over to the machine. It had a massive funnel that led to a small chamber. It had a window and I saw small circular saws connected to robotic arms hanging from the top. At the end there was a nozzle connected to a giant deflated sack. I washed my hands for the second time that morning. I pressed some buttons randomly on the machine and somehow it started up. The funnel vibrated and whirred. Something dropped down into a small chamber. Due to the window I saw what it was. It was a torso. The neck and arms Legs and genitals were cut off but I could tell it was a male body by the general build. The saws extended down and cut it into smaller pieces.

The sound of it cutting through the ribs almost made me retreat back upstairs. The bottom of the chamber then opened into 2 pieces and the torso pieces fell in. The two floor pieces then open and close repeatedly turning it into a pulp. It then moved out of sight. I could hear a pump and liquid sloshing through the machine. I could feel heat now radiating from the machine.

The machine then pinged. Like a freaking microwave oven and for some reason at that moment I found that extremely hilarious, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. I could see the tube connected to the nozzle shift in size for a moment before stopping. I slowly walked over to the sack at the end. I remember wondering how else I would be scarred by another terrible sight. I sighed my week had already been bad enough. Using my claw-hand I began to cut the sack. It was tough and thick but before long it opened.

What I saw was so much worse than anything I could have imagined for right there was the one thing that I had never expected to be there. It was milkshake powder.

THE VERY THING THAT I DRANK 3 TIMES A DAY EVERY DAY FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE! I rushed to the sink and immediately started puking. Only water came up since I hadn’t eaten anything but the urge wouldn’t go away. I stood bent over the sink for a long time just dry-heaving. I double checked to make sure by mixing it with water multiple times but it looked and smelled exactly the same. I am out of answers right now! I don’t know what to do. If anyone knows anything about this please help me! I just don’t know anymore…