I ran through the forest, the wolves at my heels. They nipped at me, but i kept running. What i had seen was worse than death. The wolves began to fall back, as if what i was heading to was something they wanted to avoid.

I sighed in relief and examined my ankles. They were bruised and bloody, but it was not like i could do anything about it. I looked up at the trees, and to my luck, there was a cave. As i crawled over to it, I noticed something was different since the wolves had left. I thought and thought, but I couldn't think of what it could be.

I soaked some moss i found and wiped all the blood away from my inguries. I then curled up into a ball, hoping that i would wake up and it would be just a dream.

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As I woke up the next morning, I noticed that I wasn't where i was supposed to be. Instead of the dark lights of the room i called home, I saw rock walls and the dim lights of the rising sun. Instead of the screaming coming from the room next door, I heard... nothing.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes as I noticed a faint light coming from the back of the cave. My hair fell back as I stood up. I walked to the light, my blurry vision failing without my glasses. A man stood there, hunched over a lamp.

"Hello?" I said to him.

He turned to look at me, and I remembered why I had left the mental asylumn in the first place.

His pure black eyes had stuffing coming out of them. And a zipper ran across his face.

It all went black.

I faintly heard, "are you okay, miss?"

I then felt myself being carried. "No... dont make me one of you..." I murmured.

"It'll be fine... We'll get you to a doctor..."

I couldn't breath... i... would... never... become... one... of... them...