It's Inside Me

Monster

Do you know what it's like to die? To feel the last bits of breath stumble out of your mouth before darkness takes over? I do.

I, Harry Styles, have died. It's cruel and evil and necessary. Death is unimaginable and I think I might have gone crazy if I would have stayed that way. But I didn't. I came back. It was a harsh and unforgiving revival. One I could have done without.

Those memories come from so long ago. But I'll never forget them. They are like hieroglyphics etched into the walls of my subconscious, everlasting.

I remember dying like it was yesterday. My body simply gave up fighting the poison. First my heart gave out, then my lungs stopped working, and finally my brain just shut off. The pain I endured was indescribable, and I remember all of it. Not that the pain I experience now is any better. The twisting of my bones, the pounding deep in my chest, and the aching and pulling on my muscles are all the lucky side effects of being undead. Of being me. Of being a werewolf.

You didn't actually think I was a vampire did you? Those things are just made-up fairy tales meant to scare your children and help egotistical bastards profit off of video games. I'm real and I couldn't be more miserable. And yes, in case you were wondering, you do have to die in order to become a werewolf. It's not easy, simple, and painless like those revolting Twilight movies make it out to be. It's nauseating and painful and impossible .

*Sorry the first chapter was so short guys...trying to get back into the feel of writing...it's been a while. And I use ellipses a lot (these things ...) so I apologize for that in advance. It's an obsession. If anyone ever sees an error in my writing or a suggestion on something feel free to let me know. I'm open to all comments.

Kisses

~K.A.*