I am so cold.
I am wet.
I am cold.
If I don't move, I'll freeze to the ground.
How did I know that?
I'm hungry.
I need food.
Meat.
There is a deer.
I need to kill it.
I am creeping up behind it.
It is digging in the snow.
That is how it gets food.
How did I know that?
I am waiting.
I remember nothing.
I attack.
I slice the deer open.
With my.... Claws? I never had claws. Did I? I don't know. I'm not as cold now. Almost like I have a coat on. But I have no coat. How did I get to the forest?
The last thing I remember is, is, is......
Pain.
Lights.
People in paper with masks. And cold eyes. And cold hands. They are touching me. They are hurting me.
I struggle.
They hit me.
There is darkness.
I remember nothing.
I have killed the deer. I walk to the edge of the pool and look down onto the ice.
And I scream at my reflection.
I know that before I did not have hair all over my face and arms and claws. I did not have black eyes. I did not look like a cougar. What was I?
The people with the cold hands and eyes and paper gowns, what the hell did they do to me?
All I can do is scream at my reflection.