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*Isabella POV* I run straight for the woods. I've been spending an unreasonable amount of time in the woods lately but I feel also connected to it. The trees don't judge me I am normal out here. I finally stop running and sit down against the tree. I could have killed someone today, maybe I do need to be locked up. Have I turned into a complete psychopath? I don't know what's going on with me. Maybe I should build a shack in the middle of the woods when no one can get to me no one can be around me. Is anyone safe around me am I just going to start wanting to kill everyone. Will I try and kill my family? It would have been so easy, I pictured myself doing it. I saw the blood on my hands, and I wasn't disgusted by it and I wasn't opposed to it. I feel like I even would have enjoyed it