Is the Moon bright? (creepypasta story)

True Form

I look at what my true form is, what I've kept hidden since I was a couple of months old and had enough power to generate an illusion form.

A pair of wings made out of shadowy moonlight are extended behind me, throwing odd lighting around my room. A pair of fangs poke out of my mouth, just barely out from my lips. My nails are slightly sharp, creating something like claws. My eyelashes cast shadows over my eyes. My whites glisten with moonlight while my iris and pupil has become shadows rolling around and creating an illusion of an eye. My skin tints black, shadows rolling over me.

I put my hand on the glass, sighing. Have I truly been in this world so long that my powers are starting to slip away? I didn't think that that was possible... But perhaps it is...

My eyes wander over to my journal, which I threw on my bed. I pick it up and flip it to the last journal entry, which I had ruined.

Entry XX,

I hope XXXXX will XXXXXXX that I XXXXXXXXX want XXXXXXXXX please XXXXXX I don't want to, I wish it XXXXXXXXX....

Signed,

XXXla

I run a hand over the page as I remember what I had actually written.

Entry 78,

I hope they will understand that I don't want to go, please understand I don't want to, I wish it could be different...

Signed,

Yaela

I sigh. I had been so sad that day, when I had left them because they didn't trust me anymore. Oh well... I'm back now, although I hope it will be different...