I was scared. That was the only thing I could feel was fear. I could not feel the blood coming from my paws because of all the running.
The look on that boy's face got me thinking. Am I really a monster?
SMACK.
Well hello you rude tree.
"OW" I spat as a changed back naked and held my nose as it began to bleed.
I turned around and let my back hit the tree. I pull my legs up to my chest and begin to cry.
The face of all the scared and horrified faces scared me. Was I really that ugly and Monsterous?
That didn't matter anymore I got away from that show the Evil man and....the boy.
That boy even at 12 I found myself being drawn to him.
Whatever it didn't matter anymore I'm done and over it.
