Moon
When I awoke, I was in the woods. Despite the darkness of the night, I recognized this place almost immediately. It was not too far from the neighbourhood in which I lived. I did not come here too often, other than days when I feel unsettled, or possibly just when I needed to take some time to relax.
I had a groggy state-of-mind, but I was in the woods, and I was warm. This much I knew; how I got here, I however, did not. But there was also another distinct detail of my current state; I was unimaginably, almost inhumanly hungry. I figured I must have been here for a while.
I was confused. Did somebody kidnap me while I was sleeping and dump me here? Was it possible that I could have sleepwalked? Whatever the case, I knew my way around this area pretty well, so I could easily get home. Getting up slowly, and brushing the few leaves, dirt, and anything else off of me, I stood up. I took in a deep breath of the air. The scent smelled of pine, but also I felt in my gut this was some sort of second home to me. I knew this was natural, because I spent a lot of time in this forest as a child. I began to walk in the direction I believed was my home. After about thirty minutes, though, I got a pain in every part of my body that was so intense, all my muscles locked up and I immediately fell to the ground. All I remember about this is pain. Every detail. My skin tingled with a strange sense, though the inside of my body felt like every organ was about to explode, bulging, and I had only a certain amount of time to survive. This I knew.
On the ground, my head rested on some sort of tree root or stone—I couldn't tell, because I couldn't think straight. My head was facing straight up, and all I saw was the bright, full moon, directly above me. I tried to move, but my mind wouldn't respond. My whole body was spasming, all at once. I could feel every bone finally shifting, and my skin now felt like it was going to rip, as a result of my organs growing. I couldn't believe this. It couldn't be real. I couldn't believe it was real. For this couldn't be a dream; the pain was too vivid. I knew my mind couldn't dream something so violent up randomly. Though I wanted to believe this wasn't real, I knew I had to accept this fate.
After a long while of struggling, the pain finally died down. I had control over my body again. My first thought was that I needed to get home, and I needed to call 911. I would tell them that I woke up in the woods, tried to get home, and then tell them about the pain I had experienced. Surely they would understand.
But part of me knew they wouldn't; the new part of me insisted that they could never understand. Because I am changed now, changed forever. To something far from human.
Credited to OliveisPony
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