I used to be quite content with living life as your classic schoolyard bully, you know, taking what I wanted and always being the strong one tormenting the weaker ones. I thought I was the perfect guy, don't You think so? But all that changed when I...
The whole day, I couldn't concentrate on anything. Normally, that wasn't so unusual for me, but this time was different. Whether I was sitting in class, walking down the hallway, or even talking to Charlie, my mind kept drifting to tonight. There would be a full moon, and if my theory was right, I was in for a world of pain.
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As if my thoughts weren't enough, I was also struggling to control my strength and the energy building up inside me, like a ticking bomb. It was like I wasn't even in my own body. Pencils snapped in my hands, door handles bent under my grip, and every time I touched a door, it felt like it was about to rip off its hinges.
I had always wanted to be strong, but this was too much. And the worst part? The looks Charlie kept giving me—pity. He didn't look scared, just sorry for me, and that made my blood boil. I didn't need anyone's pity.
"Did they forget who I am?" I muttered under my breath, feeling anger rise inside me like a storm. My hands clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, drawing blood. I wouldn't even notice until the anger faded and my head cleared.
That's when it hit me—maybe whatever was happening to my body was messing with my emotions, too. I was a hair away from losing control all day.
I tried talking to Hazel, but she ignored me like I was invisible. Every time I approached her, she wouldn't even look at me. It was like she knew what was happening but didn't care. That only made things worse.
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By the end of the day, I still had no answers. Walking home, my anger simmered just beneath the surface. "Fine," I muttered to myself. "I don't need her. I can deal with this myself."
I went straight home after school, not bothering to stop or talk to anyone. My mind was racing, filled with thoughts of tonight. I walked through the front door, tossed my backpack on the floor, and headed straight for my room. The house was empty, which was perfect. Mom was working late tonight, so I had the whole place to myself. No questions, no interruptions.
I flopped down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, waiting. My heart was pounding, my palms sweaty, and I couldn't shake the strange feeling in my gut. My body felt off, like there was a pressure building up just under the surface, but I didn't know what to expect.
