I remembered how I lived with my parents when I was young. I remembered the people I killed while living with my human family. I took up the pillow that was on the bed and used it to cover my mouth as I growled. I remembered how the people whom I had murdered their children came to my house and told my mother to bring me out of the house. I remembered how I had pleaded with my parent to let me live in the house but they didn't agree with me. "This is me." I said. I thought for a while on what to do as I laid on...