Waking up to loneliness again, I look out over the waters that surround my house. I wonder why I am all alone with no one around. Was it always like this? I wonder!

I walk to the beach and look around seeing nothing but water for miles. Kicking my foot across the sand as I walk, I hear a noise in the distance. Slowly and quietly, I tippy toe up to the noise and see it was only animals making homes for the cold winter coming up on us. Smiling at the animals I turn and walk back to the beach. Finding my special place I lay down and let the warm sun bath my body, as my mind wonders to bits and pieces of my past. About how I got here, and why I am alone. All my mind wants to do is picture a mean dirty man, above me with stinky breath and ugly green eyes. Wanting to shake the picture out of my head, but knowing I need to remember. I continue seeing him, then, my mind would flash to a nice smiling woman with beautiful brown eyes, that sparkled when she smiled. She smiled at me often. As I blink the old ugly man is before me again, making my body ache. I feel pain when I see this man before me.

Pulling myself out of my nightmare by a sound from the Island, I shake my head and listen! Seeing the sun has started to set. Looking around I see nothing. As I raise and stretch I walk into the ocean and bath, feeling the water as it lightly touches my body. Smiling at the dolphines and fishes of the ocean, my friends, my playmates. I dive underwater to play with them. As I am underwater I see a small boat that has sunk. I explore it and find no life around it. But seeing the size of the boat I figured that the people in the boat had to be about 5 to 6 ft tall. Compared to my size they had to be about 3 inches tall. The boat was the size of my hand, I figured I was a good 500 ft tall. Frowning at this, not liking being different.

Surfacing the water edge I walk to shore. Realizing I am getting hungry. Heading home I take my time, not really wanting to go home to a empty house and the feeling of loneliness. As I skip along home I hear a noise that stops me in my tracks. I listen and watch every tree and brush, not seeing anything stir. But thinking I see a shadow of a tiny man in the distance. Watching the shadow for awhile and not seeing it move makes me think it was all in my head. So I continue on my way. Looking up at the sky seeing the sun disappear from behind the clouds. Darkness settles on the place and a funny feeling as well a feeling of being watched. Of someone else on the Island besides myself. A feeling I haven't had in ages. *Shaking head* not wanting to think back yet, I continue on homeward. Reaching the house I go to the kitchen and fix a light dinner. Cat-fish (fried) a small salad, and a glass of tea. Sitting at table I notice I only play with my food not eating anything. Walking to the window I throw out the food, knowing the birds will eat it. I do the dishes and walk out to the porch. Sitting on the steps I lean against the railing close my eyes, and my mind wonders to the life before now.

Opening my eyes I see a mean man with dirty clothes and stinky breathe above me, laughing, and hurting me. As my body aches from what this man is doing, I get very angry. I open my eyes and look at him with a very evil look. As I do I notice he gets smaller, as I stare at him, he gets smaller and smaller. As my temper rises I feel my body growing, my skin stretching and feeling like it is going to explode. The pain is terrible. Screaming as I grow bigger and bigger, my head pops out of the house I was in. Then my torso next, followed by my waist. As I run to stop the pain I am feeling, the house tumbles to the ground.

Seeing people screaming and seeing them scared of me, makes me stop in my tracks. Looking down at a man that laughed at me yesterday, I reach down and pick him up. Bringing him close to my face. I laugh at the fear I see in his face. Seeing him wet himself. I laughed louder. Bringing the man up closer to my face I say: Now who is laughing little man? As he swallows saying he is sorry! I look at the man with discust on my face and squeeze him between my fingers, feeling his bones crush and blood ooze between my fingers. Not believeing I did that but loving the feeling I got when I did. I start walking home, I begin stepping on people, houses and cars, not caring whom I kill or squash underfoot. As I run through the city destroying people and things, I get a overwhelming feeling of pleasure, realizing I am not being laughed at any-more. And that people are afraid of me. This is a great feeling to have. I love it. As I run through the streets squashing people under my feet, I notice a wetness between my legs and feel a tingle in my body from head to toe. A feeling I never felt before. As I look down I see little people between my toes and hear bones crushing under my feet. As I step on another man, I feel more wetness between my thighs. As a beautiful feeling rushes through my body. I calm down with the feeling and notices my body shrinking. The calmer I get the smaller I get.

As I walk home I notice I'm back to normal size when I get to my street. Seeing all kinds of police cars and officers around. I slowly walk pass and stop at the next phone. I telephone home, Mom answers the phone. I ask Mom what is going on? Mom says not a good time to talk right now, call back later. As I hang up the phone I walk around, thinking of what took place. The feeling of being so powerful that is what I liked most of all. The power of having others life in my hands, and knowing I can squeeze the life out of them when I pleased.

As i call back, Mom answers phone. Mom is it safe to come home to talk now?" I asked. Mom says, " NO not yet." "But what did you do Caz?" She said! "Nothing mom, I was being raped by this ugly dirty man, and I shrank him and got very big myself. I ran away and people got in my way and was squashed under my feet. MOM asked!"So that is what the police mean when they said you killed many?" I replied, "Yes I guess so mom." (MOM) Well meet us at the warf at midnight ok girly? (ME) Ok mom. I'll be there.

Walking to the warf early as not to be seen later, I remember the scene before me, replaying it in my mind. Reliving the feelings passing through my body, as I see the tiny people screaming and begging to live. And the wetness between my thighs at the thought of their lifes in my hands, and under my foot, as I squash them, and feel their bones crush, and the blood oooze between my toes. As the feeling returned a wetness between my thighs begin. As I reach down to rub my clit, I think of a little man rubbing me there. As I moan and tremble from a orgasm that shakes my body, I hear my moms voice in a distance.

Composing myself I clear my voice and say: Over here mom. As mom and dad come closer to me, I notice someone else with them. But before I can make a comment, I am jumped from behind and I feel a needle in my arm. As I pass out I hear Mom saying: Is she going to be ok?