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I sat down in my room, the colored walls giving me some kind of safety I didn't know I needed. The windows were closed shut, obstructing every ray of sunlight known to mankind, and wolf kind from coming into my room. My legs were tangled up in my dark blue duvet as I took deep breaths, my mind reeling at what had just happened a while back.

My subconscious jumped from my arrival at the kitchen, to me discovering I had a reality show going on. But that wasn't important, none of them were. What was important was the fact that I'd heard something,or someone rather stopping me from taking Avia's head and slicing it open with one of the bread knives in the kitchen.

I heard voices all the time, my voice to be precise and it was okay. Sometimes, scratch that, everytime, I was talking to myself because that was the only company I had. I was used to my voice in my head and the one that had stopped me from going in definitely didn't belong to me. It didn't even feel like it was mine. There was