A boy with black spiked hair sat on a blue bed. Black curtains over the window made the room dark. Every night his aunt and uncle would tell him to keep them closed and to never ever EVER open them. He wanted to know why. To him almost everything was confusing.
His aunt knocked on the door. "Come in." said the boy. His aunt opened the door. "Mike, why do you look so sad?" asked his aunt. "I want to know why." said the boy, Mike. "Why what?" asked his aunt. "Why I am not allowed to see the moon. It calls to me- it calls to us." said Mike.
Mike's parents had been very mean to him, so Mike had created special friends to deal with it. Not too soon after he found out he had a mental disorder called Multiple Personality Disorder his aunt and uncle had taken him away.
His aunt sighed. "I cannot tell you." she said.
"Force the answer out of her!" Mike flinched at the voice that yelled at him from his mind. It belonged to Mal. Mal was the meanest and least helpful of all his alters. When Mal came out he would get into trouble, but normally Mal stayed in the dark side of Mike's mind.
"That's okay." said Mike. Mike looked at the dark curtains that blocked out what he wanted to see so badly. The moon. "Good night Mike." said his aunt. His aunt closed the door.
Mike waited. He wasn't sleepy. Not one bit. He was rarely ever sleepy. He was waiting until he knew that his aunt and uncle where asleep. Mike quietly walked across the room and pushed his ear against the door. He could hear them quietly snoring. To this he smirked. Now he could finally see it!
"Don't do it mate! It's a bad idea!" another alter said from inside his mind. This one was named Manitoba. He was an Australian explorer who would come out when Mike put a fedora on.
"Svetlana agrees!" said another alter. This one was his only female personality. She was a Russian gymnast who normally helped Mike.
"No, can't you hear it?" whispered Mike. The moon was silently calling to him.
"It calls to da Vito." said a rather annoying alter named Vito who would take control whenever Mike's shirt was ripped off.
"It calls to all of us. Now quiet whining you whippersnappers! I'm trying to sleep!" said a grumpy old personality named Chester.
Mike looked at the black curtains. He looked as if he wanted to rip them off. "I'm going to see the moon." he whispered to himself. Mike walked up to the curtains and slowly moved them away from the window. The moon was high in the sky and nearly full. "It's beautiful." whispered Mike.
Suddenly Mike felt pain all over. He fell to his knees and clutched his head. Just as quickly as it had started the pains stopped.
"What was that?!" all of his personalities asked him.
Mike took his hands from his head and gasped at what he saw. Claws had replaced his finger nails. Then Mike touched his ears. They where bigger then normal, pointed, and furry. He looked at his feet. Now he had wolf paws. Mike then turned to look at the mirror in his room. With the help of the moonlight he could see himself in it. He not only had wolf feet, claws, and wolf ears, but and tail and fangs too! "I-I think I now know why I had to hide from the moon, I'm-no, we're a werewolf!" said Mike. His personalities screamed inside his head.