I ran, fleeing from unseen foes. They chased me, taunting me. They talked about my family, my mental health, and my "situation". I made it to the woods where I would soon find one of my shelters. They called me troubled, told me they were only trying to help. I tripped and looked to see my foot tangled in a root and when I looked up my family was there, their necks still dripping in blood. Their expressions seemed to be the same as when their throats were first slit, betrayed. I realized that me stopping let the monster catch up. They surrounded me, smiling eerily. They pounced. I woke up in a cold sweat, and looked around wildly. I began to process what I was seeing. As I glanced at my hand I saw the knife and the reality of what I had done to my family began to sink in. I realized that the monsters were me.