Have you ever been actually alone, I mean really alone. Have you ever felt alone, even though you're surrounded by people? If so I don't know what your problem is but I know what mine is that I have a terrible, terrible secret... I am a monster.

Not the kind that you think hides under your bed, is in your closet, or in your friends. I am the kind that runs into the woods on a full moon ripping their clothes off, howls, chases its prey, loving the smell of their fear.

I think of my secret as my friend Emile talks at me. I say talk at me because I think she's talking about T.J. her boyfriend, but I wouldn't know cause as Emile would say I'm in "Jesse's world".

By the way my name's not Jesse it's SaraFeena Rogul, but everyone says I'm Jessica Alba's lookalike. Personally I think not. The only features we share are our hair and hips, but hey what can I say some people are just stupid.

May I say Emile thinks she knows everything about me , but the truth is she only knows who my family is. Rogul's Construction is the only construction company in two hundred miles of our town Sower.

"Jess?Jesse?!Are you even listening to me, I can't believe your're so selfish you can't even listening to how I'm feeling. I just said A.J's broken up with 't you even give a crap," she complains.

"I'm so sorry Emile, I didn't realize. What happened," I ask.

"Ugh! Just go to hell! I just spilled my soul to a selfish, rich, mean wannabe!"

I watch as she stomps away. If she knew what I was she wouldn't even remember why she's my "friend". My daddy's a rich man.

It's been two days since A.J. had broken up with Emile and I had pissed her off. It's also a full moon tonight.I have to get ready.

I check my check list:

and wash clothe(to wash my kill's blood off

clothes

(I have to walk all the way to the woods)

Okay I have everything I need in my backpack. It's ten o' clock, the moon comes out at ten thirty. Time to go. I sneak out the window.(When we moved here I picked the room with a giant tree right outside the window.)

You see my room's on the third floor of my parents mansion. I climb down-

CRAP! I slipped. And made noise. I sit still. Wait. Listen. Wait. Wait. Listen. Nothing. Whew! I finish climbing down. I start the other mansions, past BMWs, convertibles, porsches. Past bush sculptures, past-

Someone's on the street. Not someone, someones, as in plural.I hear them talking, but can't understand what they're saying. I move closer.

"You see I can't have you talking, Baby," the man of the two says.

"Please, Roggy, please don't do this," says the woman. Roggy. Roggy. That's what people call my-BOOM!

My father.

The woman hits the ground. I smell blood. I back away, my sneakers slap the pavement. My father turns towards me.

He only says one word. "Feena." I smell fear, anger, and though the woman's already dead she reeks of fear. I can't take it. I want. I turn and run.

I know I'm cutting the time short, but I take the long way to the woods, for two minutes I hear footsteps behind me. But I'm faster. I hit full speed. I can't be late, if I change in the street, anyone could see me.

I see the woods now. I also see the moon. She sings a song, a lovely song. It pulls me, gives me pain, such sweet pain. I don't know how I know it's a she, I just do. I call her the moon goddess. She pulls my fur, pushes my bones untill they break, moves my organs. It hurts so much it feels good. I have to get to the woods. I half run half crawl to the woods. I'm in. I just have to get in deeper. Okay. I awkwardly slip my backpack off. I rip at my clothes till they're off. Have you ever felt hot and cold at the same time? Well that's how I feel right now.

The breaking of my bones causes me to bend over. I decide to lay down untill it's over. Sometimes I can't tell when it's over. I lay and lay and lay that way for a long time.

I feel some thing cold and wet on my belly, I groan and open one NO! I'm surrounded by wolves!