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she found the raccoon at her window again. she’s always loved animals, so she let it in this time. after all, she felt bad for all the times she had ignored it because everyone had told her to.
she decided to get help from ian. thomas was pretty good, but not a great candidate for a first time. after retrieving ian, she introduced the raccoon and him. they got along nicely.
everything felt simple and great until the metaphor wore off. no longer was a raccoon and a man with the girl. it was just herself, her urges, and the knife in the sink.
she gets lightheaded the more she looks at the mess she's created, so she stares at her reflection in the mirror instead. now she only feels sick. her friends would be ashamed, but they wouldn’t even know something’s wrong. all they would know was whatever she tells them.
she finally tore her gaze away from the mirror after what felt like an eternity, crashing back into reality with a headache. she looked down at her dripping leg, feeling nauseous once again. it wasn’t her fault she had hemophobia and was squeamish. the only wish she had right now was that she could mutilate the body without dying. she hated everything about it.
did i say she? oh, i meant he.