*8 years old*

It's been a year. A very tough one in fact. I may have learned ahead in writing because of all the times I got bored but those times only happened because of what occurred. No one likes me anymore. They all hate me. They call me many names. Useless, Monster, Trash, Savage, Piece of Crap, Evil, bla bla bla whatever. I've learned to get used to it. At least Nick isn't having as much trouble. But he's still being teased for being a fox. So I guess either way this day was coming. The only one that ever took my side was that one bunny I met the day after I discovered my savage abilities. I never saw him again, though. I didn't even know his name. Oh well, that's that. I've changed, though.

A lot.

As a matter of fact, I'm a lot more shy than I used to be and just really gloomy. I never show it to Nick or my parents. Just to keep them happy. But I've been getting some...thoughts now and then. I feel strange whenever I see anything sharp. Even my own claws. Sometimes I just stare at them and forget I'm alive. Well, they've already made me into a zombie so what part of me is even living? None. I can't believe all my friends treated me like this. They promised they'd stay there for me. We promised we'd stay there for each other. And now, just because of a simple change, I'm a stranger to them. Not just that. I'm a monster.

I looked at the light switch in my room. I should be asleep. But I'm still too scared. I'll wait for Nick to come in so that I won't be alone in the dark but he wasn't here yet. Until I heard two knocks on the door. It opened.

"Casey?" Nick asked.

"Oh hi, Nick! I was just waiting for you! C'mon get in your bed so I can turn of the lights," I told him. He seemed oddly scared.

"Uh Casey I kinda need to tell you something..." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"What is it?"

Nick looked down nervously and then looked back up at me. "I uh...I kinda sorta spilled juice on one of the pages in your sketchbook..." he said quietly.

"Which drawing was it?" I asked now starting to feel myself boil up inside.

"T-the peacock one..."

"WHAT?!" I screamed out. I lost it at that point. The peacock was one of my favorites. It took me weeks to finally be able to get all the feathers right. And now it was ruined just because of Nick's clumsiness.

"NICK DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO DRAW IT?! WHAT WERE YOU EVEN DOING WITH MY SKETCHBOOK?!"

No response.

"WELL?" I impatiently snapped, "ANSWER ME!".

"I-I just wanted to take a peek.."

"WITHOUT MY PERMISSION?! HOW DARE YOU!" I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't wanna yell at Nick. He just made a tiny mistake! But for some reason I couldn't control myself. Why did this have to happen to me?

"I-I'm s-sorry Casey. I didn't mean to-"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN DIDN'T MEAN TO?! UGH, YOU'RE SUCH A PAIN, NICK! NOW I HAVE TO DRAW IT ALL OVER AGAIN!"

Nick started to tear up. "I'm really sorry-"

"SORRY?! SORRY?! A SORRY ISN'T GONNA FIX MY DRAWING NOW, IS IT?!"

"I'm sorry." He apologized one last time as he started crying. Mom came in.

"Nick? Why are you crying? Casey why were you yelling? What in Zootopia is going on here?" she asked.

"WHAT DOES IT MATTER TO YOU, MOM?! THIS IS MY PROBLEM THAT ONLY I SHOULD TAKE CARE OF!"

That was strange. I had never gotten the gut to yell at my mom before. Why was I doing it now?

"Casey what has gotten into you?! You never yell at me! You know you're not supposed to disrespect your elders! And I'm your mother! That's even worse!"

"WELL GUESS WHAT I DON'T CARE! I DON'T CARE ANYMORE ABOUT ANYTHING OR ANYONE! ALL OF YOU JUST HATE ME, DON'T YOU?! WELL GUESS HOW MUCH MORE I HATE ALL OF YOU?! I HATE EVERYONE! I HATE MY DAD, I HATE NICK, AND I ESPECIALLY HATE YOU, MOM!"

"CASEY STOP YELLING! BRING YOUR VOICE DOWN AND FIX YOUR TONE! RIGHT NOW!" Mom had gotten pretty mad now. Her eyebrows were deeply furrowed and it looked like she was just about ready to kill me.

That's when I snapped out of it.

"HOW DARE YOU YELL AT YOUR BROTHER LIKE THAT! HOW DARE YOU YELL AT ME LIKE THAT! THIS IS NOT THE CASEY I KNOW AND LOVE! YOU HAVE ALREADY CHANGED AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE, THINK OF HOW MUCH YOU WILL CHANGE WHEN YOU'RE A TEENAGER! YOU'LL JUST GET EVEN WORSE!"

My eyes started to fill with water. I can't believe I yelled at them like that. I can't believe I had caused Nick to cry.

"I-I'm sorry mom. I-I don't know what happened to me..." I stammered.

"M-mom it really wasn't her fault," Nick began but mom dismissed it. She left the room and told me I was grounded for two weeks and won't be able to come out. Eating periods like dinner will be sent to me. Not even dad can save me this time. That's what she told me.

I'd have to do some extra chores for the two weeks and no technology unless I need it for homework. If I need help with anything I can only come to her but I can't talk to anyone else. Mom had a pretty short temper so she's gonna be really stern towards me for a while.

As mom left the room Nick followed her trying to tell her how it wasn't my fault.

What did he mean?

It tore my heart seeing how even after I hurt Nick, he was still trying to get me out of trouble. All he did was ruin one drawing and I snapped at him. I'm such a terrible sister...

I laid down on my bed and started to cry. Everything that just happened was too fast for me to even grasp. I snapped at Nick for a dumb reason, yelled at my mom, and said that I hated my dad even though he wasn't even here.

What had gotten into me? This wasn't how I acted.

The time passed as the clock ticked and I heard my door open.

It was my dad.

"Hi, honey." He softly spoke.

I nodded in return. I'd only gotten grounded a few times but I remembered my mom telling me when the first time I was grounded that if Nick or dad would talk to me, I'd just nod and they'll stop.

But dad didn't.

"So uh...I heard you had a little outburst today."

I tried not to cry.

"What happened back there? Also, don't worry I got permission from your mom to talk. She's a bit steamy right now but she'll cool down."

I decided it was safe to talk. Dad was the parent that would be a bit easier on me and whenever mom was mad, he'd try to cheer her up to make her temper normal again.

"I-I don't know. I couldn't control myself for some reason. I didn't mean to yell at them." I tried to explain in my shaky and quiet voice.

"I know."

My ears perked as he said that.

"Nick came to me" he started "and he told me how it wasn't your fault. He saw something. He saw your eyes change to yellow. That's when I remembered what your doctor said. You might have your temper go high for small reasons and you won't be able to control yourself. It's caused because of your savage side. If it goes too high you'll turn into a wild animal. That's basically how you control your new power. By controlling your temper."

Dad would always refer to my little problem as a power. I know it was to cheer me up but it never worked. I'd still think of it as a problem and nothing else.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

He wrapped me into a hug and tried to comfort me. "It's okay, Casey. It wasn't you. I forgive you and Nick already has but I think you might wanna say sorry to your mom. I explained to her what happened to you and she seemed to have calmed down a bit so you should go and apologize to her."

It was a good idea but at the same time, it was a terrible one. If mom was calm, she'd forgive me but if she was on fire she'd just get madder at me.

I nodded and hopped out of my bed. I walked through the silent hallway to mom's room. She was in there sitting on her bed with the lights on.

I walked in.

"Um...h-hi mom." I anxiously said.

She didn't say anything and just sat there. I came closer to her and was soon right in front of her. If I was lucky, I wouldn't get slapped.

"I-I'm sorry for my behavior earlier. I really am. I didn't mean any of it and I had no control at all. P-please, forgive me."

I looked down, my ears pinned to my cheeks. I avoided any eye contact since mom would always tell me never to make eye contact with someone you hurt until they forgive you. It's something about respect. I never understood it but I did it anyway.

Silence.

"I promise I won't do it ever again." I added.

Still no sound.

I tried not to weep in front of her to make sure she keeps her cool. If I cried, it'll only raise her temper.

"I'm really sorry, mom. I'm really sorry..."

There was not a peep in the room except the ticking of the clock as the seconds passed by.

Finally, the silence was broken. when she sighed and said, "Come closer."

I don't know if I was happy or terrified when sound came. When my mom said that, it'd be a gamble. Either get a slap or get a hug. I couldn't even predict it from her tone since it would always be a stern voice saying it.

I stepped forward.

"To here." She pointed to an area right in front of her. Even closer than I was.

I went to where she instructed and flinched when her paws moved. To my luck, it was to embrace me into a hug.

She kissed my forehead and started to talk.

"I know it wasn't your fault, Casey. I know my sweet darling would never be that mean to her brother that she loved with all her heart. I know you didn't mean it." Her voice became as soft as silk. I started to become less tense and hugged her back.

"Since it wasn't your fault, Casey, you're un-grounded. But just this once."

I didn't care about that. I still wanted to punish myself for what I had done. But at least mom wasn't mad at me.

I hope this is the last time my temper gets out of my reach.

But then again, we don't always get what we wish for...

Author: Ayyyyyye lookz like chu peepz r REALLY likin dis one. I swear not even ten chapterz and already over 90 views like yo I remember when it used to be juz 10. So yea thankz to Ari for editing dis chapter and fixing da use of commas go follow her @bookdragon- and yea imma end ds note now and I hope you peepz r prepared for the rollercoaster of a ride Casey's life will take her and this book will take you. Author Out! *dabz*