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When I was three my parents discovered there was something different about me. I wasn't like other three year olds. When I got mad I didn't throw a temper tantrum, I became aggresive. When I was scared I never cried, I became defensive. I became almost animalistic. My parents took me to see therapists all over the state, but nothing worked. If anything I only got worse so they stopped taking me to therapists and tried to solve the problem themselves. They removed any distraction and worked on anger management with me and slowly I got better.

I was four when my Uncle Jerry came to live with us. He was fired from Walmart because he was always drunk, but he didn't try to get his job back he just came to live with us for a while to "sober up". He was actually doing well living with us, he hadn't touched alcohol for almost two weeks. Then one night my Mom told him he needed to move out. He was furious. He left the house yelling about how he couldn't count on his only sister. My parents went out that night to run some errands. They told me they would be quick "Only half an hour." my mom had said. So I settled down in the living room to wait. I was half asleep when my unlce came back. He was completely drunk and still mad at my mom. I guess he had come back to yell at my mother again but when he couldn't find her, he settled for me. He hit me and told me I was good for nothing. I couldn't help myself, I changed into a monster and attacked.

When my parents got home a few minutes later they found my uncle, lying unconcious on the floor with scracthes and bite marks marring this arms and face. And they found me lying on the floor in a pool of his blood with a tail, fur, and spots.