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Sitting herself down in a chair, Matilda put her head in her hands. She felt like a small portion of her mind was losing a battle with insanity. It felt like it would slowly consume her until nothing was left. She felt so tired... in infernally tired...

Matilda was mildly aware she was walking down the corridor once more, her knife absently clutched in her left hand. Why did she have that out? Hadn't the knife been tucked away in her bag for safe keeping? Even as she contemplated the reasoning for her actions, she continued walking.

A shadow darted off in the distance in front of her. As if possessed, she took off running after it. Why was she running? Was it a friend or foe? Why did she still have the knife out? Her thoughts became more fretful as the shadow slowly came into view before her, huffing and puffing, all the while crying out in what Matilda's foggy mind registered as fear. Was it human? It certainly sounded human. They were begging for their life. Why did she still have the knife out?!

Turning a corner, Matilda saw a dead-end holding three rooms. Her body began to walk forward, still clutching the knife. What was she doing?! She couldn't... she wouldn't... Gazing into the first room, she heard faint sniffling within. Moving towards the source of the noise, she quickly found the culprit cowering under a bed. Reaching down, she dragged them out by the leg with a strength not her own. On the other end was an old balding man, probably in his late 60s.

The man begged and pleaded for her to have mercy, pleaded that he would give her anything or do anything if she spared him. Her arm holding the knife raised above her head, with Matilda mentally crying out alongside him. Was she really going to stab him? No, he hadn't done anything wrong! She had never met him once in her life! She had to stop-

Her mind went blank as the knife plunged into the man's chest. Dark liquid pooled around the wound as matching liquid began to bubble from the victim's mouth. The knife raised once more, coming back down with a sickening thud as the man gargled and flailed. She continued to raise and lower the knife, as if her arm were a drinking bird. This was a bad dream. It had to be. She needed to wake up. Why couldn't she WAKE UP?!

Matilda gasped as her eyes popped open. A cold sweat chilled her entire body as she recounted the event of the nightmare. Thank god it had only been-

Seeing blood on her hands made all other thoughts crash to a halt. Why was there blood? Slowly, her gaze panned out to the far end of the room. Her eyes dilated and her breathing hitched at the sight of what laid at the end of a bloody trail along the floor. The sight sent Matilda to the floor, retching while belatedly noticing the knife on the ground. She hadn't... but there was a body... had she...?

Wiping her mouth, she staggered over to the body and checked its pulse. It was faint, but it was there! She needed to get help. Mustering her strength, she ran from the room hoping she could find help, or at least something that could stop the bleeding.