GENRE: New Adult/Science Fiction
I stared down at the palms of my hands, saw them spread out in front of me, as gravel dug deep into my knees. The dark, heavy night wrapped around me like a thick blanket; as a cool breeze whipped at my hair. My body trembled as waves of power pricked at my skin, screaming to get out. The energy coursing through me was magnificent, full of life and liberating. It was also frightening and draining. My mind spun out of control as I fought to make sense of what was happening to me. I was changing.
Wasn’t this what I had wanted? What my juvenile wishes had been filled with? Desperation found its way to me again; causing my heart to ache. I squeezed my eyes shut tight. They burned. I desperately wanted the cleansing moisture the human body naturally offered as a release. But no tears came. Could I cry now? Was that something I could do? Crying was such a human emotion. Was I still human enough to experience the action? The questions raced through my mind and ransacked my thoughts at a surprising speed, taking note of every one of my fantasies, involving a moment like this one.
How many times had I wished for this; to be different and extraordinary in some way? Hundreds? Thousands, maybe? How many movies had I watched? How many books had I read? How many fictional characters had I dreamed of being? Suddenly I felt naïve and ignorant.