Fearing the worst, I shall start from the beginning.

I was sitting there, under that tree in the backyard, minding my own business with my nose stuck in a book while sitting in the most unladylike position possible. There was that rustle in the bushes, the one that the horror movies characters are supposed to run from. As in one of those movies, I moved to see what it was. That was my first mistake. I ran through the clearing, went to the bush, and found you. Thos pretty eyes and pinkish nose, they were so inviting. You stared at me in a mute agreement, I thought you were lonely. Then you ran; I ran after you. I followed and followed until I felt that to run anymore was humanly impossible. As if on cue, you stopped too. You looked at me and slightly...nodded. I bent down to touch you, just slightly forward, and then you were gone. I felt hands on the backs of my legs and a jolt as I tipped face first into the ground. Or at least what should have been the ground.

Falling is never a good sensation, but especially when it has no certain end. I don't really know what all happened in my descent, but I do know that you pushed me. You horrid creature, you pushed me. I fell through the ground, if that is possible, and seemed to be swallowed by some abyss of imagination. Except this was real. I was really falling, you had really pushed me, and I really couldn't see the end. As I said, I can't really remember what happened, but I do remember the crash. I hit the ground with a bang and could immediately feel the warmth of blood seeping through my head. It felt as if the world was spinning and blurring faster and faster. I walked around the room, feeling the wall with my hands. I knew I needed to calm down; I knew something was terribly wrong.

I walked around until I came to a bottle on a table. I passed out and woke up to the sensation of liquid being poured down my throat. I saw you. You stood over me with the bottle, smiling as you forced me to drink. I felt the world going fuzzy again. You dragged me through some small door in the room and I saw a small glimpse of the world before it went black again. It was like some horror show set. Small children attached together, birds with shovels sewed in where their beaks should be, and citizens with gruesome expressions sewn into their faces and severely malnourished bodies. Be it the shock of this horrifying new world or the strange substance poured in my mouth, the world got dim and went black, but I knew it was not a dream. One does not imagine such horrors.

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