I've been cutting pages out of my Moleskine. I'm not supposed to do that. It's not a law or anything -- just a promise I made to myself. I promised I'd be honest in this book and not censor things, but sometimes what ends up on the pages has to come out.
So since I cut everything from March to now, I guess I'll start over.
My name is Nicholas Powell. I'm 15. When I was 13 I started being a werewolf. I didn't ask for it. I wasn't bitten. I guess I was born like this. I can't ask. My mom died when I was three. My dad died last week.
I think I killed him.
