WHEN I WAS EIGHT. I was playing a dog, type game. But I was the evil human who was trying to execute the dogs. Even though I had a dog on my side. She was a GOOD dog. For the hours we had been playing she never spoke. She let me pet her and was always on my side. Fast forward thirty minutes, we had a mini war and a dog on the opposing side "slashed" my shoulder and I was wounded so I kinda started limping around and here comes my friend, that "good dog" tackles me to the ground, I laugh, thinking it's jovial, misplaced playfulness but when I look up to see her face she's... growling. I gave her a wary look. Maybe... she's confused. Maybe...I didn't feed her that morning. I reached out to pet her, to CALM her. But she let loose this wild snarl that just oozed complete and utter hatred. That was when I started backing away. "Stop stop." I cry out. "I'm on your side." AGAIN she growls. Getting closer. Her shoulders were hunched in such a barbaric way, that it sent off warning sirens in my head, my instincts were telling me I was in danger. So when she finally cornered me on the incline of the steps, I began to tremble. That was when the fear set in, I'm no longer pretending, eight year old me is terrified. On the verge of tears. She was growling, only growling and I was nervous. "I'm on your side. IVE ALWAYS BEEN ON YOUR SIDE." I'm pleading, trying to reason with her, TO BUY MY SELF TIME. But there was no use because she snarls, practically hissing "But I was never on yours." AND SHE SLASHED MY THROAT. IN THE GAME I WAS DEAD. DEAAAD. I have never been so unnerved in my life.
