Is this how it was really going to end? I let the tears slip down my cheeks as my fists slammed into the concrete floor. I wish something felt right. I wish I never had to live like this. I wish it was just a really weird dream. Every time I thought something would work in my favor something else goes wrong. Now on my knees, I was begging for it to be over, to just stop. 

Living like a human, growing up with human friends, and eating human food was so easy. Why did it have to change? Why me? Why am I eating the people I knew as friends?! What the fuck is wrong with me, what is happening to me!?

"Kill me. Please kill me." I sobbed as I looked down the barrel of the steel glock. 

I fell in love with the idea of supernaturals. Demons. Angels. Werewolves. Vampires. Fairies. Witches. 

Writing since I was an elementary schooler, I wanted to become a well-known writer and I'm looking for my footing. I'm looking for my group of people who love reading supernatural stories of mystery and romance. 

So, if that's you: leave your opinion. I'd love to hear what you have to say.