Imagining everything the way it was and was supposed to be, she laid down on her bed, closing her eyes. The small room seemed to suffocate her very soul as she sighed, trying to lift the oppressive weight on her lungs. She started shaking, rubbing her arms, still flat on her back. The wraps on her arms were slowly beginning to loosen under her rubbing- scars followed by flesh wounds... but they weren't cuts from a blade, oh no.
Something entirely different, something entirely out of context.
A low snarl emanated from her throat as she rolled on her side, pulling her knees to her chin, ignoring the agony that burst through her back. Her hair fell over eyes just enough to hide them, her lips a thin white line. The white sheet beneath her was stained with black and a rusty red. Her shaking increased as she started to whimper. The agony was becoming too much- but she couldn't make it stop, couldn't make it go away.
Her skin rippled.
She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, shivering. The knee-length brown dress she wore was stained badly- it's thin material showing every shape and curve of her thin and trembling body.
Her skin rippled again, revealing bone and muscle underneath her skin-
Her shriek filled the air, the sound wavering and thick with tears.
And...
Her skin seemed to disappear under a mound of white fur-
A wolf's howl replaced her shriek.