A cursed breed

My name is Kat and I was a very normal girl, so I thought, I never imagined that I would turn in to something so dangerous and so heartless in my life. When I was little I used to throw up at the sight of blood but now a day's it seems as if I could not control myself from wanting to see the red liquid. As you are reading this you might be wondering what I might be... right? But thin again you might think you know what I am, and it would be pointless to tell you but in case you don't really know I will save you the trouble of guessing. My dirty little secret is that I'm a werewolf. Know I bet your thinking in that head of yours how can I even be one? Well I will tell you and you better pay close attention...IDON'T HAVE A CLUE!!!

I like everyone thought I was born into a normal family and that I would always be a normal kid. But I was so wrong about that, well I was not all wrong, my family was normal it's just that I was not so Let me explain a little more to straighten out any confusion you might be getting from my story. It turns out my mother and my dad found me when I was a baby crying in the forest all alone I didn't even have a note explaining why my real parents left me there or who I was I didn't even have a name to call my own, just the little blue outfit I had on with two wolves howling to the crescent moon on the middle of it and a little blanket around me with writing saying, "my moon" .The only mother figure I had growing up to call my mother never really liked me from the start she thought I was weird as a baby because of my dark green eyes and my bright red hair and growing up she just thought even more poorly of me saying I was no daughter of hers and I should be great full that her husband wanted to keep me instead of sending me off to some orphanage like she wanted to do. I did of course try hard to do everything she asked of me like learning how to read and write in more than 3 languages and dance and walk like she said a lady would and not speak until spoken to but no matter what I did she didn't care I was just the girl she found and couldn't get rid of. The only one I loved when I was growing up was my father he was so amazing, he has always tried to be the best dad he could be, he knew right away that when he found me it was a sign and no matter what he's wife said he would keep me, not because it was the right thing to do but because he knew that I needed him and he was right I did need him. Unfortunately, it was short lived....

As I got up and looked around my little pink room I noticed everything was to quite, now usually I have my dad running into my room jumping on my bed trying to wake me up but today he wasn't there and it was strange because my dad was the one to annoy me in the mornings and he loved bugging me, as he would always say "I bug now but you will miss these moments when you grow up and leave me here with your mother". Thinking about his words I thought it was time to bug him for once and since he so happens to be sleeping into day I thought I would get a little pay back, plus I was only eight and I had nothing to do anyways. So, when I finally got to my dad's door I picked in a little to make sure he was a sleep and when I seen him laying down in bed with his eyes closed I knew it was the perfect time to run and jump on the bed. I opened the door so loud and ran and jumped so fast on the bed I knew I would scare him and get the best pay back ever, but the thing was he never opened his eyes. At first, I thought he was acting being asleep, so I went to shack him but as I touched his arm it was stone cold, then I noticed my dad's skin wasn't the light brown it once was but instead a pale white. I didn't know what to do or even say so I just stayed by my dad's body for hours until my mom came home from work. She found me on her bed holding my dads hand crying and as she seen the mess in front of her she slowly moved closer to me grabbed my hands and forced me into a hug. Later that night she told me to stay in the room while she called the cops, my dads body was soon moved from the house.... Unfortunately, the sympathy my mother showed me that night was short lived and as soon as the funeral was over she packed my stuff and sent me off to an orphanage the only thing she left me was a picture of my father.

my first day at the orphanage was like hell, all I heard was the cries of the kids wishing for their mom and dads to come and get them. Honestly, I did admire those kids because they still had hope someone would come back for them but for me I had no hope anyone was coming back to get me, so for the past year I stayed in the rooms of the orphanage and looked out the window of my bed room. It was not all that bad I rather did like it no one bothered me, and they left me alone and I kept to myself so I didn't make any friends or anything even when the parents came to look for a little kid to adopted I would just seat down on a bed and wait to hear the foot steeps of the grownups leaving so I could come out and eat my dinner at the table and go to bed, and that was my life, so I thought. Then one day something I didn't expect happened... when I was on my bed writing I soon seen two shadows behind me and as I turned around I seen a man and a women standing their smiling, "hi little one why are you staying up here all alone don't you want to see the parents down stairs" the woman said, I looked at her not wanting to reply but knowing if I did they might just leave me alone, I mean who wants a kid that talks back right?. "why would I need those people I'm fine being alone" and that's what I thought at the time because to me the only family I wanted was my dad, but I knew that was only a memory and a day after I meet those two people for some unknown reason they seen something in me and adopted me on my ninth birthday. I found the family nice and very loving at times I even had a new mother that loved me for me I didn't have to try and get on her good side because right from the start she wanted to care for me and it was great but as in every story something bad always must happen.

It was almost my tenth birthday in about a week and everything was going well until I started feeling sick. My mother and father took me to the hospital when I started scratching so much I stated to bleed. They tried everything to stop the inching, but nothing helped I would just scratch and bleed more and more every day. I would even go into the shower and try to take off the blood that stained my skin from scratching too much, that's when I noticed black hair coming out of the wounds. The best I could do was try and ignore the pain and try not let it bother me, but I only had two more days tell my birthday and I was getting worse and my mother and father had no clue what to do. My once dark green eyes turned light green along with my hair turning browner thin red and my skin was getting pale I looked like I was slowly dying, and I really thought I was going to. Then came my birthday the worst day of my life... it was the day I turned.

On my birthday my mother and father acted as if nothing was wrong and so did I. I even acted like the pain was gone to bring a smile on their face to keep them from crying about how much worse I started to look and get but the acting was soon gone. I soon felt the worst pain I could ever imagine it was my bones breaking in every way possible I could hear my bones cracking causing me to scream out in pain for anyone to help but no one came to my aid. I could hear my mother scream out in horror as did my father and I couldn't understand why at that moment they weren't coming to hold me as the pain was increasing. I tried reaching out to them but as I reached out my hand I seen a paw instead and my only family I had backed away from me. I tried going to them but every step I took in their direction they screamed at me and told me to back away they even went so far as to get the glass by my bed side table and throw it in my face and by that point I knew I had to get away so as I tried to get up and regain my footing I used the little strength I had to run out of the house and from that day I never looked back because my happy ending was over.