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Nyla could feel herself loosing grip on reality and it was all because she’d given into Damien. She shouldn’t have ran, that much was clear, because it had only made things much worse. He was going to pull her under and keep her there and then when Dr. Hewitt found her he’d put her under suicide watch because her arms would be cut up and bloody, her body would be bruised, and she’d be stuck inside for another three weeks. The thought was frustrating and made her run faster. Through the cemetery that had turned into a dark winding maze.

She stopped running and paused, she could see hear breath, the air was icy now and when she looked down to the ink spot on her hand it was slowly fading. The howling of the shadow wolves was distant but she could hear them. She heard the croaking of a raven and turned to see a flock of them fly over her and the sky above her was starting to darken. She looked down realizing she was in her white dress yet again, fishnets cover her legs and her worn boots to complete it.

“Damien Stop It!” she yelled, desperately, her voice cracking.

She glanced around her then and it was no longer a maze, she was gone. The real world had faded and she was now consumed by her own world, that had started out as nothing more than an escape, but it was clear now that her world was taking on a mind of its own separate from her own. A world full of tortured thoughts and terrifying monsters.

The forest around her was thicker, dark, then it had ever been before. This was new, yet she still knew exactly where she was going as she walked. Ash on the forest floor gave the appearance of snow. Darkness had claimed the world, which meant it could no longer be a dream it was a nightmare. Her teeth chattered as the air grew colder and she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw eyes, only she’d seen those eyes before they were familiar to her, but that was impossible she knew what it was, it was a shadow wolf and so she stayed frozen unable to move, because if she ran it would chase her.