I'm starving and my mom keeps telling that she doesn't love me any less. My sister is trying to hug and be by me. I want blood. No, I need blood and I want to kill them, but I can't they're my family. I'm going to die if I don't get blood. I cut my mom's arm with my claw so I don't turn her. She was fine with me taking a little blood from her. We are going to sleep now.