"Inside" Part 2

Yes, I've decided to name my story, "Inside", you may ask, why? I feel it represents what is happening to our hero, everything that happens to him, his intuition and his conscience is from his "inside place".
Part 2: 
I beat a man to death, I took a man's life, I ruined his family, his children might starve, I killed, a human, being. Is it not tragic? Is it not sad? No. I didn't feel what I was supposed to be feeling, it started as simple hunger, but than, it became more, it wants to feed, I cannot begin to describe the grueling pain, the agonising voices, they were telling me to do something horrible.
Am I a cannibal? No, worse.
I couldn't do it, I felt the pain took over me, I failed, I failed society, I failed this person, I failed, myself.
I hid the bones in a large plastic garbage bag, I threw it away. I should feel horrible, I should feel guilty, I know I'm an abomination that deserves to be destroyed. But, I felt at ease, I felt satisfied. That made this situation even worse, what ever's making me do this, is enjoying itself.
I spent the next couple of days, thinking, what am I? Am I supposed to kill myself for the good of humanity? The inspector was carrying a gun, which apparently, he forgot at my place when he was investigating it. It was a beautiful .50 cal Desert Eagle, a rather large and very powerful pistol, I was wondering why an inspector was carrying such large firepower, and as I was thinking I heard a knock at the door.
"Who's there?" "Kate!" the person replied. I was so caught up with this horrible situation, I forgot she was coming over today. "Kate! I've missed you"! I said, with an odd tone. "Is something wrong?" She immediately noticed my tone. "Nothing" I replied, come in, sit with me for a bit. She looked at me for a couple of seconds, but sat down on my sofa. "Did they settle out the window and body thing?" "Not yet", I replied, with an awkward tone." "It really is scary, he broke into your house, and then fell to his death, how is that possible?" I wasn't sure how to answer such a question so I offered her some coffee, she agreed and away we went to the coffee shop.
After some time and some other stuff we went to sleep, she was sleeping over at my place. (If this was a different kind of book, I would have described the "other stuff").
I wasn't able to sleep, not after what happened.
I looked at Kate and started feeling odd, at first, it was a weak feeling, but it became stronger and stranger by the minute. I felt tense, what if that was happening again?
After about an hour, the feeling, the odd, painful feeling was piercing me, I was starting to twitch, I was breathing heavily, sweating a lot and my pulse was racing, I didn't know what to do with myself, I was concerned I would wake her up. I started to shake after some time, it was gentle at first, (compared to everything else) but slowly, I started to violently shake, I felt, really, really warm, I was sweating even more, I started to itch, and then..
..Then it happened. Those dreaded feelings, those awful voices, thosehorrible thoughts...


To be continued..