I feel it. I feel it happening, and I don't know what to do to stop it. I look at the clock on the wall of the living room of my house. It says 11:30 p.m. 1,800 seconds and counting. 1,799. 1,798. I stand abruptly from the couch, my breathing quickening, and I take in short quick breaths. I hear my heart pumping in my chest. I look over to my mother and father on the couch who are now looking at me rather than watching the television.

"What's wrong, honey?" my mom asks me, seeming concerned.

"Y- yeah I-I'm fine," I stutter.

Both of my parents don't look too convinced. I don't want to say anything. I can't say anything. My mouth feels stitched shut. So I think of the only thing that I could do to get away.

I run. I run out the door of my house, my feet making a path of their own, and in the background, getting softer and softer, are the voices of my parents yelling my name. They are telling me to stop, to come back, but I can't. I just can't. I could hurt them. I run through my neighborhood, passing houses at a faster speed than a car driving in a neighborhood. I didn't know I could run that fast.

I cut through the back of one house a few blocks away from mine, because I know there is an abandoned forest that runs for miles in every direction. I will be safe there. Hopefully, everyone will be safe there.

I'm running. That is all that I am aware of. I know that I am running. Running fast, so fast that the branches of the low hanging trees and bushes scrape my skin. I just don't feel the pain. I run deeper and deeper into the trees. The darkness of the night surrounds me, suffocating me, with the only source of light from the full moon which seems within grabbing distance.

I want to grab it, to squeeze it and to diminish it dust, as the moon will be my worst enemy. It will make me do things that I wouldn't do or see things that I wouldn't see if the full moon wasn't there. I wish. I wish for the moon to disappear as I run through the woods. Run. Run. Run. The only word in my head, telling me to run. Run away as fast as you can.

My feet carry me effortlessly through the brush, not stopping in my tracks when I see a group of teenagers around a campfire in my peripheral vision for a short second, hoping they didn't see me. I was too fast for them to see. Their human sight couldn't follow something as fast as me.

I feel the wind in my long hair, trailing it behind me as I sprint away from the campers. I don't feel just the wind in my hair, but everywhere else as well. My sensitive skin allows me to feel the tiny pellets of 30-mile winds as they puncture my skin on all parts of my body.

It's getting closer to the time when it happens. The third of my senses that advances is my hearing. I hear the bugs buzzing as I speed past them. They are loud to me, but to others, their sound might only be faint. I hear the traffic of the cars on the highway which is a couple of miles from where I am now. The blood pumping and flowing in my veins is a deafening sound. That makes me even more afraid than I was.

I am still running, but I have changed my course into circles because if I ran straight any longer, I would reach the end of the forest, and I want to be as far away from people as possible. That is the only way I can hope to keep their safety.

I have been running for what has felt like only a few minutes, but then I feel the change in my body. It starts with my bones. I feel them move, but I do not know how that is possible. It is the weirdest sensation I have ever felt. As my bone moves, my skin moves. I can feel it stretch and compress in certain areas on my body. I feel the stretching in my arms and the compression in my legs.

And that is when it begins to hurt. What I did not know, was that the bones break and crack. I feel it more than hear it because I can't hear it through my screams. I don't scream just because of the pain, but because of what is actually going to happen once all of this pain subsides.

I drop to my knees on the dirt, and my hands hit the ground with such force that I almost collapse onto the dirty ground. I am able to keep myself upright, but then the pain that I thought couldn't get any worse magnifies. I scream at the top of my lungs, thinking that could get rid of the torture. It doesn't.

I am still crouching on the ground when I begin to feel my face change. I feel the skin stretching near my nose, and in the corner of my eye, I see my hair falling out in chunks from my head. Tears are already streaking my face, but now I begin sobbing. My whole body is changing, but I do not want to say it.

The rest of the process comes in long painful bursts as I feel my chest change, my stomach, my legs and everything else. I am close to the ground, and I do not have the ability to push myself up.

Now my mind is foggy. I can't think straight right now. Thoughts aren't forming in my head, nor is there sound coming from my mouth. I open my mouth to speak, not familiar with what is happening to me. This is the first time this has happened since the bite. What comes out of my mouth is horrifying, and the last thing I remember before the other part of me takes over.

I howl.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All resemblance to actual people, places, incidents, or things is completely coincidental.