• I don't know what I can do about it. My life is crumbling around me and well, I have no control...over anything. The moon, my mother thinks that its beauty is timeless. But I know the dark side of the moon, literally. It's the moon that accelerates my curse, my only glimmer of hope is that some day, somehow I can rid myself of this horrible life I live. It started at my thirteenth birthday, I walked outside and as the light of the moon shone on me, my whole life changed. My parents have no clue, and I hope they never will, at least not if I can help it. But I can't. I avoid going outside at all costs, I tell my parents that I’m becoming a Achluophobiac, which means I fear the dark. That only made them worried, great. I hold him in as much as I can, I try to calm him down when someone angers me, but like I said, I don't have any control over him. I fear that one day, my parents will befall the same curse as me, or die because I can't control him. And I can feel him growing, in size and strength. And one day I fear I will no longer be Elliot Barge, I will become what I fear most. The wolf that grows inside me, my beast. My own personal curse.