Stockholm

The thought of being completely obliterated from the life and mind of my sister filled my chest with an immense sadness; one so intense that I began crying silently. This emptiness inside of me had never left me since the unfortunate night of my inability to shift. It clutched onto my soul desperately like a starving vampire and kept haunting me even in my dreams.

I dreamt almost every night, of Jake denouncing me simply because I could not shift, and because my hair was now silver. The loneliness had gotten so bad and so painful since then, that I feared that it would consume my entire being if I did not find something to occupy my mind.

The pain I felt inside my heart grew worse with every passing second. I felt like an outsider, a stranger in the world, completely cut off from everyone who ever knew me.

I could no longer remember the last time that anyone had said my name, or even asked me how I felt, if I felt anything at all. All that I could think of was my father, a man who