Pain. Blinding, unbearable pain. My head pounds so hard the earth seems to shake with each throb. There is so much pressure in my skull i'm sure it will burst any moment. My skin aches and crawls as though there are millions of bugs fighting beneath it. At this point I've actually considered cutting off a chunk of skin from my arm just to make sure there aren't actually ants under there.
My throat is raw from all the screaming and I can no longer seem to find my voice, though my mouth remains open in a silent shriek. It's useless. No one can hear me. The walls are sound proof.
I wrists feel wet and it takes me a moment to realize I've been trying to claw my way out of the chains that hold me in place. The blood is steadily dripping now.
I should be use to this, should being the key word. No matter how often it happens I don't think i'll ever be use to it.
The full moon is beginning to shift into the highest point in the sky. I know because the pain is becoming so intense I almost feel numb. Though i'm close to blacking out and the world is beginning to swim around me I can't help but feel slightly relived. The transformation will soon be complete.
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TerrorHe's watching me. That's all he ever does. He stands on the other side of the glass and stares at me. He brings his friends and they join him in the pointing. They tap their fingers against the glass at me, the noise filling my ears, causing my worl...
