The pain continued to throb through my body. I could feel the little shocks of power- of the change- tingling my nerves. I wanted it to stop, I needed it to stop. But it wouldn't. I didn't know how, but I knew this would go on for at least a few more minutes.
I was almost doubled over in my bathroom, the mirror only a blurring image to my watering eyes. The agony of what was happening was bordering unbearable. I collapsed to the floor, screaming out in pain, the tear finally fell.
And just as swift as it had come, the pain was gone.
I was left whimpering on the floor, too afraid to see the change I felt. As if looking would make it real. Slowly, I pulled my self off the floor, my eyes automatically went to the digital clock I could see through the open door.
10:23 am.
I knew what I had become.
I knew what I had to do.
As my eyes finally met their mirror image, I wasn't afraid of the red ring.
I was only afraid of what I would have to do to those I loved in order to survive.