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I - Strange Encounter

After that night, the night of the incident, she went into shock. The police found her covered in blood sitting in silence. She couldn't speak, couldn't cry, couldn't move. They took her to a facility where she stayed for six months. The first month she remained in silence. Barely eating any food, and she never talked to anyone there. She avoided them; was it out of fear? Sorrow? Greif? No one could explain it, until the outburst started. She growled and screamed ripping and clawing at the doctors. They had to confine her and gave her large doses of medicine to calm her down. After a couple months of being confined, she wasn't herself. She lived in her mind and loathed everyone around her. They wanted to keep her there for they saw her as a threat to herself and society. She was labeled clinically insane with extreme PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder), she knew she had to get out.

She remained silent and always watched them. Paying close attention to detail, not missing a single move they made. She memorized the shifts, the people, the routines. She learned to calm her emotions without the meds; when they weren't looking she would regurgitate the medicine to keep it from her system. She always pretended her medicinal effects so they wouldn't suspect her. She didn't want them to realise what she was doing. She learned to handle her emotions, to control them, to handle the outburst so she can remain on their good side, to remain calm and to pay attention. Until finally, they put her back in a regular room. From there she watched, waited, and planned before finally escaping from the hell hole they called a sanctuary. It made people go insane, more so than they already were. She didn't know where to go but she didn't belong there.

She broke into her old house, gathered every last savings they had and left. Taking one last look at the house before leaving. They'd never be able to share laughs or memories there and she couldn't stay even though it was vacant. They would find her, and drag her back to that wretched place. She bought a few change of clothes, all black, and left the city. She had a couple thousand to work with. She found an old abandoned house out in the middle of the woods beyond the park where she started her new life of concealment. She bought food here and there when she needed it but spared as much as she could. What will she do when she runs out? She didn't know. She took each day as it came. She showered and ate every once in a while at a local church, but that's the most socializing she ever did. She knew no one, she lost her family; she lost everything. So, she had no choice, she had to stay hidden; in fear of being found. Being recognized and being dragged back there.

She came up to the sidewalk and turned right. The woods lied ahead that lead her to the house. It's been only a couple months since she escaped from the asylum, but it still seemed like she just left the day before.

She originally didn't know there was a house back here but she came across it when she was walking through the woods trying to avoid being seen. No one seemed to have came back there or lived there. It's been her home since.

She stopped again, and looked around. She caught a glimpse of someone in the shadow in an alley across the street. Am I being followed? She furrowed her brow before continuing on. Should I head home or continue to walk? She bit her lip when she came to the corner and decided to go right again instead of straight to the woods. I gotta make sure I'm not being followed. She kept her pace steady, not showing she was nervous or anxious. Just kept her usual pace as she continued to walk down the sidewalk, glancing at the woods line that was just to her left. If I can just make it to the woods unseen.. but that is too risky. Damn.. I better not be followed. She made it to another intersecting T and stopped. She turned pretending to look in her bag and glanced back behind her. Nothing. She held her breath while taking a bottle water out and taking a sip. She rolled her eyes around her glancing to see. No one is near by. She placed the bottle back in the bag and crossed the street to the woods line and continued to walk down the sidewalk. She saw one of her entryways to the woods ahead and stopped when she came just feet away from it. She pretended she dropped something and looked around again while picking up the imaginary item. Nothing. Someone is still watching me. I can feel it. Should I risk it? She bit her lip and made a dart for the entryway and into the woods. She ran down her path, heading deeper in the woods. She came up to the house and stopped facing the door. Her breath was soft and shallow despite the sudden run. She bit her cheek and dropped her hand from the door knob. Damn.