The Myth Of Normality

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

I was running away from this ugly creature. Its eyes were as black as night, its hair was a light brown and was as wild as a lion’s mane; it was running on two legs. It looked kind of human, but mutated. It was wrapped in dirty rags, blending in with its skin colour. Its teeth were yellow, with black spots. Red liquid was pouring out of its skull. Blood covered its hands, running down its slender arms.

I took a left, running as fast as my legs would take me. My heart was pounding, sounding like a drum in the silence. I tripped over something invisible. Bone collided with concrete, raw flesh showing with lack of skin, pain exploded throughout my body. My legs burning with fire, my torso felt tight. My fingers made its way to my skull where blood was oozing out. With my fingers covered in blood, I turned to face my attacker.

It slowed down, coming to a halt beside me. It grabbed my hair, pulling my face to its. I stared into its endless eyes, but saw a flicker of something. It wasn’t evil, but quite the contrary. I noticed something familiar, hope. The creature suddenly changed form, and I was staring at a well groomed, neat and happy version of me.

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I woke up with a splitting headache. What had my dream meant? Was that what I was turning into, a filfy, wild mutant? It made no sense, but it was just a dream surely?

The Linkin Park alarm clock next to my bed was still blaring out the morning news. Some person in Europe was found murdered in her bathroom. I tried to sit up, but my legs refused to cooperate and my arms ached. I managed to somehow roll out of bed, hitting my carpet hard. The sudden jolt woke up my limbs, and I started to get up.

By this time, my headache had grown into a full blown migraine. The news only made it worse. I tried to turn it off, but the stupid piece of technology was broken. Letting out a sigh, I quickly gave myself a mental note to get it fixed. Couldn’t have the best band out there have anything below amazing.

With several demands to my non-functioning legs, I made my way to the toilet. Don’t need to go into the gruesome details. After washing my hands I went into the kitchen.

I trudged my way to the cupboard door. I lifted my hand to grab the handle, but something smashed into my face. This only made my head ache worse. I grabbed my head in pain, and screamed. It felt like my brain was being squeezed, thrown, and finally stomped on. All I could hear was the blood rushing to my head. Worse. Migraine. Ever.

I tried to forget about my headache and focus on what had hit me, but my headache was too much to bare. I decided to take some pain killers to try and reduce the pain. As I leaned against the fridge, I noticed something out of the ordinary, the cupboard door was open. I was sure I didn’t open it. I assumed I did and I couldn’t remember because I was still sleepy and I had a migraine. I then carried on with my morning routines.

Seeming as I had no choice but to go to school, I walked onto my morning bus. A couple was making out on the back seat. Ew. I mean seriously, they had all weekend to do that stuff. Ignoring the two om nom nom noming people, I sat in spare seat in the middle of the bus. By this time my headache hadn’t gotten any better, and the noise on the bus wasn’t helping.

“Oi Moo, I see you forget to tie your shoes up,” Some Year 10 guy said. They seem to have an idea that I’m a cow.

“Oi fag, I see you got way too excited this morning,” I replied. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it quickly. Score 1 for me, 0 for the immature little pricks. Remembering what he said, I looked down at my shoes, and sure enough I was surrounded by a sticky, white liquid. I stood up immediately and sat in a seat behind the bus driver. The sticky mess smelled like vanilla yogurt, so I wasn’t going to go and cut rank on them. Lucky pricks.