~Elise~

We had been home for a few days. Everything was great. The plum juice was delivered to Sadie, who said it didn't taste different. And we spend too much money on that.

I laid down on my bed. Sadie was on the floor in my room coloring. Zach was downstairs cleaning something. I started feeling weird. I started feeling tired. I started feeling as my body wasn't my own anymore. I took deep breaths.

"Sadie. Get out." I said before I lost it all. She didn't move. "SADIE GET OUT!" I screamed. She started crying. I needed to get her out, before I hurt her. I didn't trust myself to touch her. "Sadie please get out now. Now. Now Sadie. Now." I tried again. She continued crying. I felt myself changing. My personality. My everything. I wanted to hurt people. I wanted blood. "ZACH GET SADIE OUT OF HERE!" I screamed on the top of my lungs. I heard Zach hurry up the stairs. By the time he came up, it was already too late. I wasn't me anymore. I was another person.

And I wanted blood.