Reaching over, I slammed my hand down on the top button, silencing the abrasive beeps. 7:15 pm. I rolled back over and stared at the ceiling. With thick shades hanging over the windows, darkness engulfed my room, yet I could see everything, as if the sun was setting, casting shadows in corners while illuminating patches of floorboards. I ran my fingers through my matted hair and took a deep breath. I yanked the covers off and walked into the bathroom. Staring at a set of violet irises, I leaned against the countertop. Stopping just inches away from the mirror, I curled my lips and ran my tongue over my teeth, emphasizing the pointy tips of my canines. They were retracted, but they hung ever so slightly lower than a human’s, giving away their hopeless attempt at normality. Fangs: meant for ripping through flesh, tearing away everything that being once was. Fangs meant death. No, fangs meant murder.
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