I woke up feeling disoriented, only that I wasn't really asleep, it was like a state between sleep and consciousness, a state that has become disturbingly common in the last days or weeks, I had lost the count of how long I had been locked up. I got up using all the strength I had, turned around and my blond and faded hair prevented me from having a better vision, but I didn't have enough energy to remove it from my face. I watch at sides and noticed that I was lying on the floor at the end of a corridor and when I looked away from my hands I saw a lot of blood on them that also covered my white coat. I felt a sudden nausea that contained the best I could, at the other end of the corridor there were two bodies, I could see his blood and my angle of vision prevented me from recognizing them but his blue coats gave me an idea of who they were. My laughter flooded the place and then tears overflowed my eyes with a loud sob. I had killed them, I killed them, and although they deserved it for what they had done to me, for the experiments that I felt and all the pain they caused to my body, I felt disgusted with myself. A single thought crossed my mind, in the end, they got what they wanted, turn me into a monster.
This is my entry for a foxtales context uwu/ i hope u like this one
https://steemit.com/art/@vermillionfox/week-19-fox-tales-announcing-last-week-s-winners-and-a-new-story-image
