Miguel O'Hara

I was in the bathroom of the house, filing my fangs but it was useless -Ahg! Stupid file, stupid fangs, stupid all of them- I shouted frustrated while throwing the useless file out the window. Mom wasn't home, so I took the opportunity to escape, I was so upset and defeated, I hated my life, I looked like a freak with these fangs and red eyes. I went to vent my fury in the park, kicking some rocks that crossed my path. I kicked hard, but the rock was harder than it looked. "Shit, damn rock," I mumbled in pain as I sank to the ground. I hugged my knees, defeated. "I'm a monster, only something like that could have red eyes and fangs," I muttered with disappointment and sadness.

I felt insecure