The Boy Who Escaped From Wolves

I was evil. I could feel it in my bones, running through my veins. I could see it in my eyes every time I looked in the mirror. I couldn't barely stand looking at myself in the mirror at all. Dave Boyle went into that house in Fall River but he never escaped. His body escaped, but his soul remained in that basement, under that sleeping bag, curled up in the corner, terrified for the next time he was going to get a visit. Who came out of that house, I'm not sure. I'm still not sure even to this day, so many years later. I don't know who I am. The only thing I know is that as far as I was concerned, Dave Boyle was dead and his body was just an empty shell. I went out for a drink that night that Katie was murdered because that's what I usually did when the memories of my past were too overwhelming to bare. After drinking until I was on the verge of passing out, I would leave the bars and walk around. Somehow ending up in front of Sean Devine's childhood home, every time. I had escaped the wolves that kidnapped me that day, but within those 4 days of being in that basement, I had become a wolf too. Not knowing it until I had escaped. I was evil. I was everything they were. Dave Boyle was dead. Dead as can be. And I was a wolf, hiding in the shell of Dave Boyle's body.