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Something I wrote some time ago.
I never really finished it though... and I don't know if I will.
Maybe someday I'll find the inspiration to finish it... who knows :p ^^

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I’m one of those people who are often called insane. That’s what I’ve been told for as far as I can remember. I’ve grown so used to that word that I’ve made myself believe its one of the most beautiful words. That’s what I’ve done to convince myself that there’s nothing wrong with me being insane; a pathetic attempt to ease the hurt. Thing is, it isn’t my fault that I can perceive things others can’t, or see things differently than ‘normal’ people. Hell, it’s not as if I asked to be born the way I am.

It all started that one day. One thing I know for sure; I love to contemplate the moon. I even talk with her at times. I know she listens to me, eager to hear what I have to say. It can be anything; I swear she’s like a kid listening to her favorite bedtime story. I also know the moon is a woman. I can tell this by the way she listens to me. Most women are all ears whereas most men never listen to what you’ve got to say. Their minds only have space for their carnal desires. I know this firsthand- I lived around men for most of my life. I can also tell by the way she moves. The gracious way in which she sways in the sky as the small and insignificant stars stare at her amazing beauty.

Like every other night I watched her. I was telling her about my day. As I told her my story I noticed she looked different from all of the other nights. I would never forget the way she looked. Her glow was so beautiful that night. It was bright, but the usual soft, magical glow wasn’t there. Instead it was a reddish color I’d never seen before. I blinked. It wasn’t only the glow that was different, it was slowly turning from white to pink, from pink to a bright crimson. I blinked again. Blood red.

I couldn’t move. I was afraid to blink. Afraid that if I moved an inch, or blinked even once she would change. All I could do was stare and admire the phenomenon in front of me. I don’t know for how long I stayed like this, but my stance was abruptly interrupted by a sound. My eyes flickered rapidly back and fourth, from the door to the window. Nothing. All I could hear was my breathing and the unsteady rhythm of my heart.

Footsteps.

Suddenly my conscience was screaming at me get out. It was so loud I’m amazed by how I didn’t quickly surrender and comply. But I was too stubborn and foolish to obey. I was born like that and I would never change. I smiled bitterly as the thought brought back old memories.

I could still hear footsteps. They sounded louder and louder with each passing second, the only indication that someone or something was getting closer. My conscience was hysterically telling me to run, but my legs wouldn’t move. It was as if my body had been split into two, both sections individual from one another.

Somehow, a part of me wished to go out the door and run to the direction of the footsteps, while the other wanted to run the opposite direction. As a normal person you would’ve thought about the last option, but being me I followed my natural instincts which in my case was nothing but unusual. Different. Or stupid. That was me. Yes, you could call it stupidity, but for me it was curiosity. If not, it was the attraction towards danger; the supernatural.

I forced my legs and moved towards the door. I hesitated for a second and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself. Before I opened my eyes I felt a rush of cold wind pass through my body making the hairs at the back of my neck erect. Suddenly, cold, long fingers ran from my shoulder across my back and I jerked away. I looked around but I was alone. There was no one else but myself, and all I could hear was the constant footsteps coming closer and closer.

Frantically I ran to were the footsteps were coming from as the instinct of self-preservation was finally kicking in. Ignoring it, I kept thrusting forward, yet again forcing my legs to move. I kept running and running but wasn’t able to find the source of the footsteps. Even though it sounded as if they were getting closer, at the same time they sounded as if they were everywhere.