Addicted To Being Human (Draft)

She knows not what I am… and I have not intent of telling her. Her happiness is everything to me, even though it may be built upon a castle of lies and deceit. The door creaks as I force it open, sweat streaming down my swollen red cheeks, be hasty or be dead. I throw open the brown suitcase and my hand trembles as I reach for the syringe, oh god it feels as if the transformation is going to start any minute now. With haste I press the tip of the immaculately clean syringe into a big vein on my upper arm “aaaaahhhh”, It hurts, but I’d do it however many times I can. Not for my sake, but for hers.

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