REVIEW!!I
And how right I am. I sit alone at home, and I see a picture on the news.
Child killed by own father…
"Sam, I swear I will kill you if you don't…"
In bout of drunken rage…
"Get your lazy ass over here with another beer!"
Authorities were warned of abuse…
"Sam, honey, are you all right? You…"
After child missed several days of school…
"Haven't been here all week and…"
And returned bruised…
"You don't look so good, honey."
There were several witnesses…
"Hey, Josh, leave the kid alone…"
The father's friends…
"My house, my kid, my rules…"
Also intoxicated,
"All right, dude. Whatever you say…"
Who reportedly protested the beating…
"Now get me the goddamn beer, kid!"
But were unable to calm their friend…
"Please, Dad…"
A mistake they will…
"Just shut up."
Never be able to fix…
I shake. And shake, and can't stop. I try to isolate the movement in my head, a more deliberate motion to soothe the desperate fury, to chase the voices of my past, but it is utterly unsuccessful.
I feel the change almost instantly. Only twice, and it's already familiar. This form is as much mine as the man Sam is. I am horrified at this, and yet it pleases me, my success.
And then the emotions slightly decrease. As I take on the beast form, I no longer feel or think. It's pure instinct.
Run. Get away from this place. Calm down.
Why can't I do it here? Maybe this time it'll be easier.
And it is. It definitely is. I feel the calm. I catch it from some mysterious human place inside the wolf's body and spread it all over myself, radiating from the inside out.
I am once again a human, this time sans clothes.
My first act is to turn off the television.
The second is collecting the hidden shards of clothing that I've sprayed all over the room. It would scarcely do to have Leah find them, not so recently after I disappeared without any explanation for an entire week. I'd probably scare her half to death.
No, not Leah. Leah's never really scared- but I doubt she'd be very pleased with me. And I can't come up with a decent excuse. I don't really know why clothes end up shredded across the room, unless of course one is having a passionate affair.
Which I'm not.
I am, however, turning into a giant wolf. I doubt that's where Leah's thoughts will go, however. She has a tendency towards jealousy, though I only love her more for it.
Strange, how all her faults only make her more the perfect woman for me, the one I'm meant for- forever.
I remember the story on screen, and sigh. My father, as the creepy flashback sequence might have alerted you, wasn't exactly the warm and fuzzy type. More like the alcoholic and abusive type. But he didn't hit me much, only when he was almost drunk enough to pass out.
I never got killed…
Poor kid.
Then again, I do have a second trauma in my life. I'm either changing shape or going nuts.
Poor Sam.
And I'm marrying a woman I can't tell any of this to.
Poor Leah.
Guess no one ever has it good.