I didn't want any of this to happen. Well, I did want to go to that club, and I did want that cute stranger to pay for my drinks. In my defense, it was only one. A shot that led to one glass of water, but I didn't want that shot of tequila to be drugged. I remember that part. But, as I sit in this dark room, I minus well tell you the hard facts, and the truth that comes with it. Here, in this place, I've been alone for who knows how long. Memories elude me. Memories of how I got here. Only feelings remain. Feelings of loss, and sadness, and oh the pain if I tried to move.
Have I mentioned how alone I am? Well, there's you, but I think I'm just going insane. You are me. Does that make any sense to you? How I'm so desperate to not be alone, that I'm talking to you even though you are me? When you put it that way, it makes me sound insane. Being alone and in the dark can do some weird stuff to a wolf. Oh, wait. I forgot to tell you. I'm a wolf… wait I take that back. I don't know what I am. If I run my hands through my hair, I feel long, pointed ears. See?
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Oh, wait. We're in the dark.
Well, when I run my tongue over my teeth, my canine teeth are much sharper than they used to. Well, I guess "I am used to" because I can't remember. I must be somewhat human because I have hair, a jawline, a neck, and long legs and arms, all the things that make something human.
I don't feel human, though. I don't have light to look at myself, and I don't have a mirror to look at myself, much less any light. I can't even howl at the moon because of how dark it is.
You know, I don't even know how long I've been down here. I wish I did because then I wouldn't feel so disconnected from the world. But, I guess that doesn't make much of a difference, does it? Time can be measured in different ways, so it could be measured in a way that doesn't really make much sense to me.
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Maybe if we ask, something would answer me. You're me, so you can't answer. Maybe, someone will save me.