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My sense of reality is completely messed up.
My vision has begun to fade. Everything is a blur.
I can no longer distinguish the sounds.
Even my screams seemed muffled by an invisible hand pressing on my throat, cutting off my breath every now and then.
Only the pain served as both a reminder and a proof that I was still alive.
Time didn't matter here, and each day was a repetition of the other.
Just another day. Just another... experiment. Just another promise.
That damn promise.
A promise to make me normal again.
But what is normal?
I wasn't bitten... I wasn't charmed... I didn't drink the rainwater from the paw print of a wolf...
It just... happened.
Doesn't that mean I was born this way?
Doesn't that mean I am normal?
Maybe he is right.
Maybe being a werewolf i
