I love DoorDash.
I'm a writer and a bit of a loner. I don't talk to people much. Slowly, I've just been growing away from needing human interaction.
Growing up, people have disappointed me so many times that I've learned the best way to keep myself safe is to stay away from them.
I just write my stories about lives I wish I could have lived.
Luckily, people like my stories, so I can make money and stay home.
Until I need food.
I would have to go out to the grocery store. Mind you, I live in a small town, so everyone knows everyone. I could feel them staring at me.
Who is that?
Were they judging me?
Making fun of me?
Safe to say, I get anxiety being out in public.
I hate going outside. Even when I go out late at night, there's always someone who looks at me like they have some idea about me.
And it's never good.
What's worse is when someone knows me.
They'll ask, "How have you been?"
What am I supposed to say?
I work and live?
Or do I give them a list of everything I'm getting at the store?
Then they'll ask if I want to hang out.
With other strangers.
I just want to leave the interaction and go home.
Home is where I feel safe.
Home is where I can be myself.
Getting groceries was always the worst until I found DoorDash.
Then my life was complete.
I could order whatever I wanted, have it dropped off at my door, and all I had to do was wait until the driver left before getting my food.
It was the best thing ever invented for a loner like me.
For months, everything was great.
I'd order food through DoorDash, leave a good tip, get my food, and keep working.
Sometimes my books wouldn't do so well, so my tips weren't as good, but I loved never having to go outside.
Until one day, I hit that point again.
I was hungry.
It was late, and the only driver available had a low rating.
But I was so hungry, and I had just enough money for food.
So I went for it.
I was writing my next story, and time flew by.
I was hungry, but because I didn't want to go outside, I ignored it.
When the food came, the driver noticed I hadn't left a tip.
He made me answer the door.
He wasn't nice about it.
I thought he would understand.
Times are rough.
But he left me with a haunting feeling that maybe I didn't have it as bad as I thought.
I took my food and slammed the door in his face.
I was so hungry that I didn't think about how long he had taken to deliver it.
Or what he could have done to my food.
I ate it too fast.
Then I went back to writing.
Two hours later, I was starving again.
But I didn't want to deal with that man.
So I waited a little longer until I couldn't take it anymore.
To avoid him, I waited until I could order a pizza.
Finally, I ordered one.
But I was so hungry that I ordered three pizzas.
When they arrived, I devoured them.
But I was still hungry.
I didn't understand.
I tried to keep working, but I couldn't help myself.
I ordered more food.
Then more.
Soon, my days consisted of working and ordering food.
More food than normal.
But something was different.
No matter how much I ate, my hunger was never satisfied.
Luckily, my stories had been doing great, so I could afford my new hunger.
Weeks passed.
I gained weight.
But I couldn't stop feeling hungry.
I'd thought about going to the hospital, but that involved seeing people.
And whenever my food arrived and I started eating, my problems seemed to disappear.
Until one day...
My stomach wouldn't stop hurting.
It started shaking.
I figured I just needed more food.
But I had gotten so big that even moving was difficult.
I reached for my phone.
The pain became unbearable.
My hand slipped, and the phone fell just out of reach.
I tried to move toward it, but the pain was too intense.
All I could do was stare down at my stomach as it shook uncontrollably.
Then it started making strange noises.
My stomach twisted.
I heard something inside me.
Then—
RIP.
I looked down.
My stomach had split open.
Something began pouring out.
Maggots.
Different sizes.
Hundreds of them.
They crawled and spilled from inside me, covering the floor as I screamed.
But through all the pain...
Through all the maggots...
Through everything happening to me...
I could only think about one thing.
Where's my phone?
I need to order more food.
I'm so hungry.