I guess I should have known to be honest, i'v always been different, never dreamed it would go this far though. I suppose I should start at the beginning.
It started when I was 3 the pain in my fingers and teeth, my mum said it was normal that it would end in a week or so.... I never got to find out.
My dad came home wrecked, completely pissed, and started shouting there were bangs, screams and crying before I went to the living room, its a vague memory so not all there, in the living room I saw my dad, except he wasn't my dad he looked strange, very hairy claws on his fingers teeth jutting out and his eyes were full of anger, not my dad.
My mum was on the floor in a corner covering her face.
"mummy?, daddy?" I stared at my mum, she let her hands fall and I screamed.
Everything happened so fast after that my dad leapt at me, my mum leapt at my dad and I just stood there screaming.
Dad had mum by the throat mum had a knife in dad and they both fell....silence....
I ran to the forest and didn't look back, the pain became unbearable as I collapsed on the floor, claws grew from my fingers my teeth lengthened and I had an unbearable thirst.
