Man Or Monster?

Chapter One: The Normal Kid?

I was in the middle of the forest, running as fast as I could, my legs aching from the pain, begging my body to stop and rest, but I knew it was right behind me, that feral monster, with sharp fangs and claws, it's blood red skin, and countless white eyes, it was as big as a car, chasing me on all fours, it's feet making a loud booming sound everytime they make contact with the ground, I could hear it snarling right behind me, it was hungry, and I was on it's menu, I had almost given up hope when I saw light shining through the trees, I was almost out of the forest, I kept running as fast as I could, but right as I was about to get out, I felt a large hand tightly grab my ankle, causing me to fall to the ground, I turned around and saw the monster holding my ankle, I wanted to scream but I couldn't make a sound, it had large amounts of drool pouring from its mouth, it stiffed my whole body, as if to examine me, then almost looked like it was smiling, it then started to drag me back into the forest, it took me to a cave and dragged me in, it took me deep into the cave, then soon started mauling and eating me without warning, causing me to scream in pain as it tore through my stomach and devoured my organs, I closed my eyes tightly and suddenly the pain stopped, I opened them again and no longer saw a monster eating me, but instead I saw my bedroom, it was all a dream, but it felt so real, I had been having that dream for the past month, but it never caught me before, I always got away, I think about what it could mean when I look at my alarm clock and see it says 8:35, "Shit, I'm gonna be late for school!" I  exclaim, getting out of bed and quickly getting dressed in my blue jeans and white dress shirt and tie, I only wore them because of my schools dress code, I put on my shoes and socks and grab my stuff and head to the bathroom, I look in the mirror and see that my grey hair is a total mess, I grab a spray bottle and use it to wet my hair and comb it down, covering the three scars on the back of my neck, I put my backpack on and make some toast and run out the door after saying goodbye to my parents, I  head school, going to my locker and opening it and taking out a picture of my little brother Michael, he's smiling brightly, his hazel eyes and orange hair bright and beautiful, today is one year after his death, he was 12 when he died.
We were walking around the city when we were pulled into an alleyway, before I knew it had a knife to my throat, "Scream and I slit your throat kid." an older male says, a mask over his face, "You look like you have some good cash on ya, hand over your wallet." he says, I reach into my back pocket, pretending to reach for my wallet, instead reaching for my pocket knife, I pull it out and flip the blade out and thrust it towards his stomach, he surprisingly dodges it quickly and grabs Michael, now holding the blade to his throat, "Drop the knife and gimme your wallet now, or the kid dies." he says, Michael was in tears, his eyes looking straight at mine, I drop the knife and reach into my back pocket again, this time actually reaching for my wallet this time but he must've thought I was reaching for another weapon, because the moment he saw me do this he slit Michael's throat and bolted, I tried to save him, but I couldn't get the blood to stop.
I put the picture back in my locker and put my stuff in it as well and head to class, wiping the tears out of my baby blue eyes.
After the final bell rings, I head to my locker and open it and the picture falls out onto the floor, I bend over to pick it up but someone else gets it before I do, it turn around and see Seth, the school bully, "Why do you keep this thing in your locker?" he asks rudely, I snatch it away from him, "Because it's nice to remember people you've lost instead of just forgetting them." I say, putting it back in my locker and taking my stuff out of it and closing it, "Well I just think its weird since you're the reason he's gone and all." he says, smirking, my mind is filled with anger when I hear him and I quickly turn to him, "You better take that back." I say through clenched teeth, "Why would I? It's true, you couldn't protect him well enough and now he's gone and it's not like you can do anything to hurt me." he says with a laugh, and with that, I feel something in me snap, there was an extremely loud roar in my head, causing me to grasp it with both hands and fall to my knees, eyes shut tight, I start screaming loudly, after about a minute of this the roaring stops and all I can hear is my heartbeat, suddenly I start moving, but it's not me making my body move, my eyes open and I see Seth in front of me and my body lunges towards him almost instantly, he falls to the ground, me on top of  him, he looks at me and my body starts rapidly punching him in the face, everyone in the hallway started screaming and running away as I kept wailing on him, in no time blood started gushing from his face, I heard a large and gruesome crack as my fist made contact with his nose, obviously breaking it in multiple spots, my hands were covered in blood and my clothes were drenched in it as well, he stopped moving but my body kept punching, all I could do is watch, I wanted to throw up, but I didn't have control of my stomach to do so, suddenly my punches started getting slower and slower until they stopped completely, I was panting heavily and suddenly I was back in control of my body, I quickly got up and looked T Seth, he wasn't breathing, "D-Did I kill him?" I asked myself, and the obvious answer was yes, I did kill him,  but it was also no, because I wasn't in control of my body, I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and immediately ran for the front door and barged through them and ran home as fast as I could, when I got there my mother screamed when she saw me covered in blood, "Casey what happened?!" she screamed, I looked her in the eyes, "That's exactly what I want to know, but I think I killed Seth." I say, her eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her hand, "Oh no, it's happening already, I figured you'd at least be an adult before it started." she said, "You know what's happening?" I ask, she walks over to a small box on a table and takes out her phone and dials a number and it picks up on the first ring, "Sir, it's started, you can come get him, he'll be unconscious when you get here so you can retrieve him easily." she says and hangs up and opens the box and takes out a tranquilizer gun and points it at me, "I'm so sorry, this wasn't supposed to happen this soon." She says and shoots me in the chest the anesthetics work fast, quickly knocking me out.