When The Moon Chose Me

ever felt this

ye. Every step I took home from school felt wrong, as if I were moving deep

s were

ld. From so

assing, music drifting from open windows, laughter-were gone. Even the crick

eart star

was fast. Wild. Like it wa

ped wa

ands. The skin looked the same, but it didn't feel the same. Heat pulse

gether," I

when I sm

oo

nd metallic, thick in the air-close. Way too close. My mouth filled with saliv

un a

th

house was only two blocks away. I should've run. I knew th

me toward the alley bes

n, swallowing the moonlight whole. I stood at the entr

in, my mi

d forwar

ame withou

eing crushed from the inside. I cried out, dropping to my knees as

inside m

s cr

raw and animalistic. My spine arched as pressure ripped through my b

rif

digging into it. They were longer now. Sharper. I watched in ho

ped. "This

it

wind brushing leaves on the other side of the street, a rat

ted m

the alley, s

in the darknes

brating through my bones. It didn't s

s didn'

s something worse-recognition. Whatever w

e clouds then, flooding t

ection in a shattered pie

ren't brow

were

d closer, and somewhere deep

. or

owl tore out of my throat-

ance, the night