Being NormalA Story by Jennifer S BonillaMy name is Jennipher, with a "ph". Strange right? The "ph" in the Jennipher I mean. I thought it suit me though, since I am quit strange myself. Didn't have much friends through school. Just my voices and the wind. So I guess it wasn't bad what I did. I wasn't going to be missed and neither were the rest. I see myself, sitting on the ledge of the roof now. As the wind caresses my face and whispers... "leap". Sitting on the ledge of this 74 story building where I shoot up the very last of my heroine and hear them whisper "your euphoria". The voices led me there. They led me to all the things I've done. They've led me to all the murders. All the bodies, all the carnage, all the blood. I wasn't like this before. I remember being like the rest of you humans. With self thoughts and conscious and all the other bullshit society leads you to believe is right. I remember being... Whats that word you all call it?... Hmm... Nor...norm... NORMAL! I remember being normal. I believe I was six when it all started. My first episode? I cut my goldfish in half with a pair of scissors. Strange right? How long it took me to think of such a common used simple word like normal. I don't think what I did was wrong. I put people out of their misery. All the elderly so close to an agonizing dull death, all the children a waiting a life full of sorrows. I saved them. Death is beautiful. It's peaceful. I am a hero... A god. There are police men and half of the fire department surrounding this 74 story building... Strange. My name was Jennipher, with a "ph". © 2014 Jennifer S BonillaFeatured Review
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