My body was possessed by something, I feel it in my bones—how they rot the longer I sit in my hospital bed. They had cuffed me to the bed; calling me a flight risk.
It was something that kept me alive all these years.
I didn’t mean to scratch that nurse. I had woken up in a strange place—one with weird smells and strange people.
I hadn’t spoken to a person in years. I hadn’t needed to speak in the woods.
The nurses stare at me like a wild beast as they pass by the private room; keeping me away from others. I can’t say I blame them. It was only a few hours ago blood had stained my face. I probably wreak of death and medicine; the hospital smell burns my nostrils and fogs my brain.
The food tasted wrong; but the hunger in my stomach tried eat me inside-out. So I ate, even if it made me want to puke.
We all knew I didn’t want to be here; even if I’m a human being, with rights, and humanity, we all knew. I want to return to the woods, where the beast inside could roam free once again.
My parents look like strangers; they sound like chirping birds every time they speak, but I can barely understand them. I watch with predatory eyes, looking for any understanding of my surroundings. They cried for me, but I could not cry for them. They smelled familiar, safe even, but I no longer knew them. And they no longer knew me—but I could tell they tried.
I returned “home,” where my sister and brother waited. They too, were strangers who cried for me.
I couldn’t tell them of my battles, or how I’d ripped the throats of demons while I was gone. I feasted on their flesh and drank their blood. I couldn’t tell them that.
I started to think I was crazy, that my body was wrong for returning to this part of my world. But whatever possessed my body, roared.
I was no longer part of this world.
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