#4

I remember it was cold. I got to go home a few days after being in the hospital. It's honestly like being a ware-wolf. they may as well just make a movie out of my condition. CNN is after me, national geographic magazine, everyone. I feel like I'll have to leave the country so no one knows where I am. there's no escape of whatever the hell has happened to me. it happens every night at midnight. I don't leave my apartment anymore. I order all my groceries from the internet, I don't even sleep. I can't sleep. I should call my parents. Wait no I shouldn't. I don't don't even know what I would tell them. I could just kill myself and get it over with. no more pain. no more of the blood being drawn from my skin every time the feathers start coming out. The piercing agony. It's like dying every twenty-four hours. I haven't talked to anyone in weeks. I keep my door shut and the lights off. oh god. I'm never going to have babies and get married. No one will ever be able to love me. after the changing happens after midnight I pace around my apartment. I'm unable to talk or yell for help. It's just a matter of getting used to and there's nothing I can do about it. I wonder if this will persist forever.

at least I have Anita. She's the best. Rollin' makes me scared. when its the middle of the night and we are all chickens together, she gats to talk, but Anita and I don't. That bitch. she will pay. I need to go back to tha garden to find that Russian woman. I knew there was something up with her the moment I met her. Me and anita are pretty much best friends. We have a plan to destroy Rollin'. I've come to realize so much after becoming a chicken.

Wake up in a Hospital

I wake up surrounded by people I've never seen in my life and bright lights. What happened last night? There are lights flashing everywhere, and I'm so confused. I put my hands over my face trying to get away from everything. I hear the doctors saying, "scram". And the room soon becomes just the two of us. "Margo, how are you feeling?" I tell the doctor that I feel fine but I don't remember anything that happened to me last night. It's like I have amnesia or something.

"You literally turned into a chicken, Margo. It lasted a few hours and then you reverted back to your human form. We've only seen this in legends, but we had no idea it could be real." Well, he sure sounds like an idiot. I'm not a chicken, I'm not scared of anything.

This is an ancient looking hospital. It's almost as if it used to be a hotel. There's a chandelier above my bed. A chicken comes flying in through the window of the room and straight into the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and before it comes crashing down and killing me, it stops in mid-air.