Living in the darkness isn't the only part of being the creature I am. You have to live alone no family or girlfriend or boyfriend just you. If I had a choice to be human I would take it but there is only one way to end my days of being a werewolf. It all started when I was little. I grew up in a small town secluded from internet and beaches. All we had that was close to a beach was a swamp that had fish we didn't know about and other weird things. I went to Labinch middle school which was 1st grade to 12th grade. My life was pretty normal until I turned 13. I woke up that morning expecting my mom and dad to be standing above my bed with a cake and yell "Happy Birthday" but all I saw when I woke up was nothing. I wasn't even home. It looked like I was in the woods in my back yard which were pretty creepy. There was noises I couldn't put together with animals and trees everywhere. I got up and started walking to a light I saw in the distance. As I got closer I could hear screams and I saw glimpses of what looked like a giant wolf or bear I really couldn't make out what it was. I started to sprint to the light which I realized was a huge fire. I then heard a loud howl and that's when I finally figured out it was a wolf. I saw it eating something behind a tree and as soon as I made eye contact it dropped what ever it was eating and went on all fours and sprinted after me. It leaped of a tree and then threw its huge claw at me. Its claws went about an inch deep into my chest and he tossed me into a tree like I weighed nothing more than a feather. My body hit the side of the hard trunk and fell to the ground. The beast lifted my head and looked me straight in my eyes and howled to the full moon and then my eyes shut and I passed out.
