crown (a short story)
I woke up to a slight headache in the middle of the night. I looked out of the window. It was a full moon night. The stars were shining brilliantly as if beckoning me. The pain was getting worse and worse each second I sat on the bed. I touched the top of my head and felt a slight swelling. There was something on my head. I looked at the clock that hung in my room. It read 2:00 am. I gently got out of bed and tip-toed to the mirror in my room, careful of not waking the monster under my bed. I couldn't believe the image that looked back at me. I had horns on my head. Antlers to be precise. I screamed silently. "This isn't me," I said to myself as I held back my tears. "Who am I? I don't know who I am..." This couldn't be. I couldn't have grown horns. What would people say? I would become an outcast. My friends would desert me. My family would be embarrassed by me. I bit my lip as a tear trickled down my cheek. I touched my antlers and smiled di...