I can't help but feel that this was my fault. I yelled at him. I told him how useless he was. But he was stupid enough to approach.
That fool.
That weak minded human. He wouldn't give up.
He couldn't stay away from my friends, my territory. I warned him many times before. But he was foolish. He came up to me. Grabbed my shoulder.
I snapped.
It was all a blur. All I remember was the sickening crack that emitted from his arm when I twisted it. I remember him screaming in pain. I remember throwing him to the ground.
Then I stopped.
Not by myself. Someone held me back.
Kevin.
He looked like he saw a shark attack. His face was pale. He looked so afraid. I looked down. I saw the boy's arm broken in three spots, twisted in strange directions.
I felt something wet run down my cheek. Tears. But I wasn't sad. I wasn't scared.
I was angry.
They let me off with a warning after I claimed self-defense. It was sensible since he laid his hand on me first.
My friends won't talk to me. People look away from me in the hallways. Even Kevin avoids me.
I ran into the boy again. He stumbled backwards.
He turned and ran. I was thankful that he would leave my friends alone.
But now I'm alone.
No one wants to be friends with a monster.
People whisper when I'm walking by. Monster, freak, demon. They give me all kinds of names now.
I don't care.
I'm alone.
