I'm Normal

The Beginning

    I'm normal. I live with my actions daily, I breathe in and out, I let events take their tolls. The things that happen to people have to happen for a reason, right? Building on who someone else or creating a new person entirely. The events that have happened in my past have shaped who I am now. The friends I have reflect upon these changes. The friends I've lost show who can follow these changes.

   In the beginning I was alone, my mother died giving birth and my father was never there. I grew up being sent from foster home to foster home beaten and threatened based off who my parents were. My mother, Lin Floune, murdered ten men for being born as a male. My father, Danny Locin, was the alcoholic asshole who nearly killed twenty students on a school bus when he hit it with his semi. No, my parents weren't perfect and neither am I.

  I recently turned twenty-two, the same age my mom was when she killed her first. Celebrating my birthday alone is nothing new for me. I went to the mall and looked around for something cool to do. The locals didn't know who I was or who my family was. I walked into a store that all the weird kids go to after school and was shocked to run into someone. They were beautiful, the perfect mixture between pale and tan, long dark hair, blue eyes. Then those piercing blue eyes looked at me.

  We went home together that night. They didn't know me at all, but were still willing to come back with me. Red flags were going off. "Who cares?" I say out loud without realizing. I'll continue referring to them as they, because I still can't tell if it's a girl or boy. They followed me inside not caring about my talking to myself. I realized at this point they haven't said a single thing since saying "Yes" to coming home with me. They also didn't make a single noise, not a sniffle or sneeze. It's a cold night and I've been sniffling the whole time.

  They led me to my room, which was weird considering I live in a big house and I didn't tell them where it was. The next thing I know I'm waking up the next day and they're no where to be found. I don't know how to react to this. Did we sleep together? Did they drug me? How did they know where my room was? Why didn't they make any noise? These questions played in my head until I heard a very quiet voice say, "They'll all realize who your parents are and hate you."