Caitlin didn't understand. She wasn't a monster. She didn't think she was at least. That would be calling her twin brother, Kyle, a monster. Or her best friends, Nate Leviathan, Jonathan Merritt, Blake Shade, or Roberto Gonzalez, they surely weren't monsters.
The one thing she did understand though was that she was different. She knew that, she knew people thought strange of her, especially after what had just happened.
She was all alone. It was dark and cold. No one was answering her when she called out for help, they were afraid of her, not that they knew what really happened.
I keep saying what happened, don't I?
Perhaps I should explain.
Caitlin Lancaster murdered her mother and stepfather.