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Dog, dog, dog, dog, Jennifer's mind rambled blankly, and she kept her focus on the canine, letting her feet follow the others. She didn't want to think about anything else. She didn't want to think about being yelled at, his crying, his pain...she didn't want to think about him at all. She just wanted to keep the pain away. "Do you really think I could hurt you?" he'd said. Yes. Yes she did. Because anyone could hurt a rabbit.

JENN FOR FUCK'S SAKE WHERE IS YOUR GUN? The thought made her flinch. She didn't care where the damn thing was, she hated it. When she held that gun, she felt awful things. She didn't want those things. She didn't want to know what it felt like to have killed people, but she did. Somewhere in her mind, she knew she did. When she held that gun, when the frozen metal bit her palm, she could feel how easy it had been for her to kill without blinking.

"The Jennifer you were was a murderer," the men told her, "you killed everyone who ever loved you, looking for one girl that never mattered. You murdered James. You murdered innocents. You murdered animals. And those you left behind couldn't love you anymore because of what you had done. You were alone, and unloved. You were an animal that needed to be put down." She was sobbing, on the floor of the metal room, crying and screaming while they tried to force the memories out of her head. "But you're not that Jennifer anymore. You're a different one, now. You're the Jennifer that James loved, and the one that James wanted you to always be. You're the right one, now, aren't you?"

Yes. She was fixed now. She wasn't a killer anymore. And because of that, she was meant to be happier, wasn't she? No more memories of killing, no more pressure to survive. No more. She could live without the stresses of her previous life. And that was what she wanted, wasn't it? Yes, of course it was. She was a different Jennifer now. And this Jennifer didn't need to have a gun, or be a fighter. So she allowed the others to lead her, keeping her eyes on the dog, wishing away the pain and any memories that could come.