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What happened next

Honestly, I kept to myself after that incident. I crawled back into bed and got ready for school the next day like nothing had happened, as if it was all just a bad dream. But the scars in the mirror that morning forced me to confront my new reality, each mark a reminder of the chaos that had unfolded.

Over the next few years, I became secluded. I tried to make friendships, but I was too weird for the local kids' liking. Being undiagnosed autistic, it wasn't hard to see why. I struggled to understand social cues and navigate the complex web of middle school relationships. My interests were different, and the way I processed things set me apart. It felt like I was watching a movie where everyone else had the script except me.

But it didn’t matter anyway. A few years later, we moved. Just as I was starting to settle in, the impending shift to 7th grade loomed ahead of me—the first year of middle school. It felt like a fresh start, a blank slate. I decided to reinvent myself. I wanted to be emo.

I can still remember the excitement bubbling inside me as I put together my new look: black skinny jeans, band tees, and the eyeliner that I had practiced applying. Alongside this transformation, my obsession with anime began to blossom. I devoured series after series, losing myself in the intricate stories and fantastical worlds. I adored the characters, the bold colors, and the emotions that leapt off the screen. They became my escape, a solace from the chaos of my reality.

It was a huge step forward, even if I felt a little cringey about it. To my surprise, within a few days, I had made a few friends who appreciated the same music, shared my love for anime, and understood the art of being misunderstood. We bonded over our mutual interests, debating the best anime protagonists and discussing the latest episodes of our favorite shows. For the first time, I felt like I belonged somewhere.

As I embraced my new identity, I even started attending anime club meetings at school. Surrounded by fellow fans, I felt free to express my love for the medium without fear of judgment. I even found myself cosplaying at conventions, using makeup to channel my favorite characters, which felt like a powerful form of self-expression.

But as I settled into this new identity, shadows from my old life began to creep back in, reminding me that I couldn’t fully escape my past. I had learned to mask my scars, but they were still there, hidden beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to resurface.

It was at a birthday party for one of my friends, Katherine, during the summer between 7th and 8th grade. We had all decided to have a sleepover at her house. Our families had become trusting enough, and my small group of five friends had come together. After her family had gone to bed, we sat in the living room, South Park playing in the background, and decided to play Truth or Dare.

Brooklyn, Jazz, Katherine, Arura, and I were in the game. Arura asked me, “Truth or dare?” Playing it safe, I called out, “Truth.”

“What’s your deepest, darkest secret, Shae?”

The room fell silent as I thought for a minute, rocking my mind for the answer. Should I tell them, or would they think I was the devil? I had known these people for the past year and trusted them more than I trusted my own family. Letting out a sigh as the air grew heavy, I divulged everything. Moving my fluffed hair to the side and pulling my waistband down to show the scars I had so carefully hidden, I recounted everything that had happened, down to the detail. I even shared how I occasionally shifted at night, disguising it as accidental shark week blood successfully to my parents.

They all looked at me in shock. But it wasn’t fear; it was concern. I saw care in their eyes, and after many tears later, we felt closer. It was a cathartic release, the kind of bond that only comes from sharing your truth, the kind that pushed us all a little closer together.

I had found my home.

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EYELESS JACK🫘

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Part 1

I remember the night like it was yesterday. The night it all started.

                The tendrils of fog rolled into my room. Dark, small, cramped and suffocating with no window for natural light, it was like a tiny prison. I rolled over, the pain in my head coming back in radiating circulation. Looking at the clock, I was surprised how late it was.

3:33 AM. Sighs and brining the covers over my head, I let out an exasperating sigh.

Warm liquid started pooling once again. This time, seeing it in the light the color was red. Shock flowed through my body as I realized this wasn’t just any headache.

Memories of the previous day flooded my head at that moment.

"Mom, wait up!" I had called out the previous day, lingering too long in the car. My mother was already heading into the overgrown graveyard with a peculiar device. Tall and lanky for my age, I tried catching up. My long legs refusing to carry me as nature would have suggested they did for how long they were.

 I saw my mom hovering the spirit box over a grave, as we had visited an abandoned cemetery.  "Sally," the device had called out, thought the radio static, shocking us. Exploring I searched aimlessly through the graves, looking for a sally.

 After almost giving up, what sounded like Japanese cut through the silence, and I found a grave covered in thorns, through the thorns however I could make out some character. A match in terms of something, anything related to the old man talking through the static. As I pushed the thorns off, I hadn’t noticed it cut my arm pretty bad as I called my mother over.

“Oh. brat your bleeding is you okay?”

I looked down just as several drops popped on the headstone.

“Oh. yea. I’m fine.” I had trailed off focusing my attention back to the grave.” But look!” She snapped some photos of me in front of the grave. She was excited- this was the one thing we had in common. I had taken an interest in ghost stories, and she happened to be in town. With her free time, and the solstice lining up, she decided to try out her new ghost finder spirit box.

but was probably a short-lived fixation. but these photos. These moments. They would carry me through.

I could have sworn. However, I heard something call out my name “Shae… Shae…Shaelyn…”

After she snapped the photos, the sky began to spout colors of orange and yellow.

“Well. brat I think that about covers it. Interesting stuff. Let’s get you home.”

And as quickly as it started, it ended. On the ride back, she recalls stories- probably hallucinations on her end. But it was entertaining, watching her rationalize her mental illness.  Ones that I had inherited. This was the closest to a heart to heart that was possible for us. As I kid. I used to worship her… And now as an adult… I can see the truth. I saw the way she treated us. and the one side of this relationship we had.

When I got home, she stayed, and chatted with my grandparents for a while before going on her way. I washed my arm and bandaged the arm.

The rest of the day continued on as normal but… that nightmare. Still buries itself in my head. It’s unforgettable.

I had found her in the dark. deep forest. Tendrils of mist gleaming and clouding view other than a few feet. Behind me, a set of red eyes towered above me, turning around feeling the breath on the back of my neck I started running. My feet carried me as fast as I could. A primal fear. a game of chases. whatever. that was… was the fox. and I, the rabbit.

As I ran, a tall dark figure would appear by me as I ran, coming and going, watching as she ran in terror. A tall man with no face. Observing, calculating, conniving. I ran into her lungs screaming. Every time seeing the man I’d get more and more terrified. What did he want? What was it that was chasing me? Why did it want me?

I had eventually come to a cliff with jagged rocks and waves crashing below. Coming into view of the full moon on that solstice night, the form and silhouette finally emerged. The mist dissipated just beyond the grove of trees. Looming above me, was a magnificent, pearlescent black, gigantic, terrifying … dragon?

“You cannot escape your fate.”

It called out in a low, echoey voice. Then, it lunged teeth bared and jaw wide. That’s when I woke up.

That night, I had arose from my bed and walked into the bathroom. Seeing myself for the first time was… shocking. blood running down my face.

scabs forming in my hair, and blood staining my pants at the base of my new… tail? The weight and movement hurt so bad, like a pulled back muscle.

My horns, a small double set of horns. I thought I was hallucinating. I had proceeded to pull the scabs out and washed my face as best as I could.

 And when I looked in the mirror again.. I saw him. The tall, slender man, I freaked out and fell back, hitting the light switch.

Scared, I flickered it back on and saw that my horns and tail.. were gone. The  only reminder was the scabs which I proceeded to pluck out, then looked through the closet. It was the winter months.. so a quickly found a beanie. It’d conceal my open wounds.. for now.

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