When the full moon happens, you turn into a person who’s the opposite of who you normally are. Describe this new you.
I sit huddled in the dark corner of my living room. I can already feel the pull of the new mood that is rising in the star-studded inky sky.
I dread it every time the full moon rises. My body twitches and itches. My nerve endings tingle with energy. I know what is coming and hate the inevitable.
Clenching my teeth I hug myself tightly. My body rocks back and forth as my fingers dig into my aching arms. My head starts to buzz and I feel my teeth ache. I rock harder and hear myself mumbling a useless litany of words.
“Please, please, not again. No, no, no. I will not turn.”
Again and again I sing this song. I know it’s useless. It always happens on the full moon. Always.
My family has been cursed for centuries. An old ancestor had made a very powerful warlock angry and he cursed the females of the family. Every new moon the curse comes alive. For me it is an agony, a torture that I endure. I’m not sure how much longer I can endure it though. It weakens me each time. Each time I think will be my last. Each time I pray it will be my last.
Hours before the new moon comes I bar the door and windows. Dozens of locks are put in place and I hide the keys. I make sure my car is not readily available by pulling out cables and hiding those also. I do more and more each time to try to insure I can’t get out of my own home.
I’ve even gone as far as putting my car in someone else’s garage overnight, hoping that it will slow my desires down when the new moon rises. It’s never enough though. Never strong enough locks, the car is never too far away. The moon’s pull is more powerful than all my puny attempts of sabotage.
My rocking slows as I feel the moon’s final pull on my body. The change has come. I sigh deeply and rise from my chair. I know I look different now, I don’t have to search out a mirror to confirm it. I have lived with this never-ending curse for years now. I know there is no cure, no hope.
I know my eyes have ice in them now. I am cold, calculating. I have changed completely into someone I hate, I fear. I feel my body differently now. It feels rigid and tough. I toss back my hair and breath deeply. The change is complete once again.
I have changed into something I have always feared. That is part of the curse. The females change into something they fear the most. Each one is different. Each one is unique in her fears. For me, I have changed into something I am not. Someone tough, hard and ruthless.
I grab my purse and keys and a brightly colored sales brochure. Yes, the change is complete one more time.
I have changed into a shoe shopper, a sales shoe shopper! Goddess help me.
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