HOLLY SCREAMED. "I WANT TO GO HOME!" She howled.
"NO! YOU ARE NOT GOING HOME!" Mr. Addison bellowed.
"LET ME GO HOME!" Holly screamed. She kicked and flailed and bit. Then something absolutely terrifying happened.
Her vision went red.
An animal roar came out of nowhere.
Mr. Addison screamed in pain.
When Holly's normal vision returned, she was crouched on her hands and knees. Her shirt and shorts were stained with grass, dirt and mud.
The salty taste of blood invaded her mouth.
Mr. Addison was lying on the ground, bleeding from his leg, screaming something about her being a wild animal.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out where the blood in her mouth had come from.
Mr. Addison scrambled up and ran away.
There was so much blood.
Holly's head was spinning. What happened? She wondered. What have I done.
She stood up, but her vision got spotty, so she fell and landed on her back. Images and memories swirled around in her head. Blood. Screaming. Landing on the ground. More screaming.
She tried to stand up, but she stumbled as more images surfaced.
It was too much for a seven year-old to process.
Holly's vision blurred. She fell on the ground, and then everything went black.