The thud of thunder is all I can hear as I roll over my bed with my pillow covering my ears. It’s exactly 5:30am. The smell of the woods comes through my open window and also I can smell humans from far distance. That doesn’t seem right unless, my fangs are out and that means trouble.
It’s more painful this time, as if I ate myself up in my sleep. I look over my bed and my Off-White bed sheet is flooded with my own blood. That has never happened and definitely not a dream.
I look in the mirror but I‘m not bruise, I look completely normal but one thing is different. My eyes are red and this is the first time it will bring that color out. It’s strange.
My mouth starts to crave blood as I begin to destroy objects in my room. It’s as if I’m becoming something but I am trying so hard not t
