The Pain of Being a Werewolf

~Amelia I am currently on a bus escaping cruel reality of what I've done. I don't really know what I am going to do with my life now. Yet, let's get one thing straight I hate myself for what I have done as well for what I am. Let me start from the beginning. I was in love with Dexter he made me feel like I still had a future until I took his away three days ago. We were made for each other we were together all through high school, went to prom together, supported each other in what mattered. On the night of my eighteenth birthday a few days after graduation we were in the woods. He pulled me close to him and kiss me, it felt better than any other time I don't know what took over, but I wanted more of him. So, I pushed him to the ground and straddled his hips meeting our cores together and grinding on him. His hands took off my dress and I took off his shirt. I still felt like I wasn't in control of myself but then next thing I knew I had paws, fur, with a long snout and I was biting into Dexter's neck. I blacked out until the next morning and when I awoke the only thing left of him was his clothes, wallet, phone, and blood everywhere. I got my clothes put them on grabbed what was left and went home. Once I got there, I threw what was left of Dexter into the fire crying as I watched the last few things that I had burn. I went and took a shower got dressed put on some clothes and stuffed other outfits and money into my bag and left. If wondering about family my mother passed away when I was five and since my father didn't want me from the start I have been in and out of foster care for years. Until the Johnsons took me in and I was living with them for the past five years. The bus stops and shows my destination outside the bus window on a big green sign that says, 'Welcome to Troy, Montana; population nine-hundred'. I grab my bag and journal and get off the bus stepping into fresh and chilly air. It really is a small town because it isn't even ten o'clock and the town is already this quiet. I hope I can find something that's open because I am starving since I haven't eaten since you know. I begin walking down the street when I see that a little dinner is open. I basically run towards it and go inside the diner. As I walk in, I notice two people besides the waiter and cook and they all stare at me as I go to sit down in a booth. The waiter comes over and she is giving me a once over before asking, "What can I get you to drink?" "Coffee, no creamer" I answer to her. I don't think she is very happy with me, then again most aren't. She brings me back the coffee and sets it down before walking away. I look at the menu and before I can choose what I want, the bell on the door rings and I freeze.