Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
The question was stuck on repeat in my head, playing over and over and over again, getting louder everytime. It sounded like a constant scream in my own mind and i couldn't escape it. A part of me could guess what had happened, but that same part of me wouldn't let the rest of me in on the secret. It was like having the answer to a question on a big test right on the tip of your tongue, but it just wouldn't come out. I could feel the words forming in my mind that explained it to me. But it was as if i couldn't read the clear white text that was settled in the black void of my mind. I knew they were words, but they just didnt make sense, it was as if i was staring at characters from another alphabet in another language but i knew they weren't.
The question was still screaming at me, it almost hurt, how loud it was. That was when i felt myself screaming. I knew i was screaming, but i couldn't control it, it wasn't me, i was still in the black void, but my body was moving, my mind was working but had me cut of from it, like i was shoved in the corner and blocked off from everything else.
Who was in control of me?
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"Don't touch me! Come any closer and i'll kill you!" Where am i? I swear i'm always the one that gets stuck with the mess.
These men are wearing scrubs and this room is definitely a hospital room, but it doesn't make sense to me why i'm here, i don't remember being hurt and these men smell of wolves. They're probably trying to poison me, i refuse to let them anywhere near me or the others. I will protect us.
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