A transformation

I tossed and turned all night. Something felt wrong. I snap awake, my breath ragged and torn. My head felt as though it has been pounded with bricks. Rubbing my sore, heavy eyes I roll out of bed and shuffle to the bathroom. My back aches, protesting with each movement. I flicker on the dim lights in my bathroom and stand in front of the wide metal rimmed mirror on the wall. A sharp gasp escapes my lips. Long, twisted horned prodded from my head, meeting two feet in the air. My eyes burned a malicious red, wings frantically flapping behind me. The black feathers ruffled and torn. They cascade to the ground with each groan of my bones. Tears rim the lids of my eyes.

”what’s happening to me?“ I cried. I brittle, hollow laughter filled the bathroom, drowning me. I shield my ears with my hands, attempting to block out the noise. It doesn’t work.

“What do you want?” I gasped.

“You stole something that wasn’t yours. Now you pay the price!” The voice shrieked.

”but I didn’t steal anyth-” I started. I thought back to yesterday and remembered it’s events. On my way home I had come upon a gold incrusted pendant with a red ruby center. The vintage piece was a work of art. I had taken it home and washed away the dirt that matted it’s fine artistry.

“I didn’t steal it though!” I shouted.

”You took what wasn’t yours. Now you pay!” A disfigured from shaped in the mirror. It’s backed hunched in an inhuman arch, it’s ashy skin flaking from its body, if it could even be called that. Chipped, dagger like claws grew from its dainty fingers. It’s eyes were as black as coal. It cackled a raspy sound and disolved into the air.

“No!” I screamed. I pounded my fist against the glass over and over until it was dripping with crimson.

“you can’t leave me like this!” I cried. “You just can’t,”