"Normal"

we all cant be normal

I have been told that I am "not normal."

"Why would that be?" You may ask. I am not aware, sadly. It seems that wanting to see other humans—the disgusting, vile things—dead at your feet is something a "normal" person would imagine. But why? I don't understand. What is wrong with that?

Even being human myself, I cannot stand others. In fact, nothing else in general. Humans, nor animals. The monsters and voices, however, I can tolerate. Though they can be a nuisance at times, I enjoy their company. One of the monsters—a man with slowly decaying skin and frightening voice—whose name is Adam, talks to me most out of my "friends."

"Celeste," he simply said, his blank stare haunting and unwavering. I said nothing in return, only keeping myself focused on a mold covered scab on his arm, slowly being eaten away by maggots. The small white bugs nibbled on the decaying, black skin, the number of them making the tissue start to disappear quite quickly.

"Yes, Adam?" I finally answered, looking up at him from across the room. My bedroom wasn't anything like most females my age—sugar and spice, filled to the brim with pictures of my friends and my significant other... forgive me, boyfriend—no, nothing like it at all. All it had was a bed, a vanity, and dresser, with barely any light at all. The only reason it contains a vanity is because of my too generous parents after learning of my "condition."

"I have a proposition for you," he stated, sitting in the chair next to my bed, his moldy fingers playing with strands of my black hair. I raised an eyebrow.

"A proposition?" I asked. He nodded, a bit of skin from his cheek falling onto the hardwood floor. "And what would that be, must I ask?"

"You have nothing left, correct?"

"I wouldn't phrase it in that manner, but yes."

"I say that we make them pay." he growled, surprising me slightly.

"And how would we do that?" I asked.

"Simple..."

He explained his idea to me, bits and pieces of his multicolored skin falling off every few seconds. Even I was slightly shocked at the morbid details, but it excited me even more.

I laughed inwardly.

Soon I, Celeste Williams, will be a legacy.

. . .

A few days later, I walked into my high school, wearing a black trench coat, boots, and denim jeans. All around me, people stopped what they were doing and stared, gossiping among their friends, the friends I never had.

"Look, it's that Williams chick."

"She's a freak!"

"I heard that she was raped when she was seven; might explain why she's so fucked up."

Raped? Don't make me laugh. I thought, ignoring all of the disgusting creatures staring at me, as if I was abnormal one. I suddenly stopped in my tracks and laughed violently, causing a majority of the creatures near me jump in surprise.

"What the hell?" I heard someone say, although I wasn't aware who.

"You see, I'm quite done with the life I have," I began, as people who were still shocked, and a few were even scared, stared. "And I, as you all would say, would like to 'go out," I pulled a hand grenade out of my trench coat and activated it with my teeth, throwing it over my shoulder without a second thought, "with a bang.'"

The grenade exploded almost immediately after I finished speaking, giving none of them to run or say anything. The explosion was loud, and my ears started to ring. Teachers ran out of their classrooms not even a moment after, looking for the source of the noise. Perfect.

I pulled my gun out of the holster around my waist and fired at the people nearest to me, right in the head or chest. I had put together my plan quite well: walk into the building, explain why everyone there was going to meet their demise, use a grenade, and wing it. I came extremely prepared, bringing multiple cartridges, grenades, and even a second gun. Having a paranoid father in the military had its advantages, it seemed.

I ran to the door and shot a female teacher trying to escape in the head, brain matter going everywhere. Multiple people were trying to restrain me, but I shot them all before they could even get a foot close enough.

The next half hour was exhilarating, killing every single fucking disgusting creature in that building. Blood painted the floors and walls in red, and limbs were strewn everywhere to the point where I couldn't even tell which body they belonged to. I walked around the bloodbath, throwing grenades into classrooms incase someone was hiding.

"Wouldn't want a little puppy surviving, now would we?" I said under my breath with a smile.

I stopped when I heard the sound of faint crying. I gravitated toward the sound, furious. Little fucker. A few minutes later, I found a boy, student, it looked like, holding his chest as he slowly bleed out, crying softly. He looked up, the fear in his eyes extremely visible.

"What do you want now?" he asked through sobs, voice almost giving out. "You've killed about everyone in the building, there's nothing left that you can do."

I smiled softly and leaned down to look him in the face. "But there is," I stated. "Did you know the average human being has about one-point-five gallons of blood in their body?" I asked.

He simply stared.

"How about I show you that number?" I said, pointing my gun to his cranium and sending a bullet through it before he could respond. His head slumped to the ground, crimson red blood pouring out of it.

I stood up and walked to the entrance to the school, ready to finish my plan. I opened the double doors, walking forward and letting the doors shut on their own, sealing away my work for an unfortunate soul to discover. I stared out into the distance, hearing sirens getting closer. I knew that they would show up sooner or later.

"Good job, Celeste."

I didn't break my gaze. "Thank you, Adam."

"Are you ready to complete this game of yours?"

I looked over my shoulder, staring the monster in the eye and smiled. "Of course."

I turned back around and placed the tip of the gun in my mouth, the metallic taste filling my mouth in a way that comforted me.

I told them I was "normal." They didn't believe me.

I pulled the trigger.

Too bad.

I guess we all can't be "normal" in their eyes.