She feels the pain, sharp as a razor, screaming humanity.

Her body convulses through silent sobs. Her breath seems to weigh a thousand years of mediocre life, and she wishes the angels never brought her back. She closes her eyes and tries to will away the tears that fight against, burning like fires and flames.

“Please… I’m sorry…” she whispers. Her lips form her name over and over, until her soul breaks free. Her mind is insane, filled with thoughts of knives of cold blades being stabbed into her flesh. She cannot tolerate her shattered heart any longer, for it is as the world’s hatred has been placed upon her back.

When the tears do come, they seep down her cheeks, full of tasteless hurt. The melancholy is wider, deeper than the cuts and lacerations the war has scarred upon her face. Her fingers curl and try to take away the clear droplets. Arousing shivers and fear slowly chill her to the bone.

Flashes of the past memories spark, but she can’t hold onto any of them. Her strength has dissolved in what monster she has become in herself. She can’t… she will not…

The full moon is awakening. Silver light binds the earth together, pouring into the vast, empty darkness of the space around her. Shadows haunt her alive, as the jellied, black atmosphere blows out with a distant energy. A tingling sensation swirls in her fingers and toes.

Don’t give in!

But reality is taking over her thoughts in her true self. The rain flickers and lingers on the soft coolness of her neck, and she lowers her head. The absence of her pride is the way that all that she was living for has been destroyed. She leans against the nearest tree, knowing that she is so broken that nothing can fix her anymore.

She shudders so hard. She can feel her skin ripping and tearing apart into white furs and shards of a new life. The pain is excruciatingly irreparable, and the split second feels stretched and as if it will never end. Her lungs break as she screams to the blackened skies.

The claws conform at last, and the jolt of freedom enchants her, so wild and lost.

Her feet pound against the earth, dirt and soil flying all different directions. The blissful excitement runs in her veins.

She bares her teeth.

It’s time to go.