Chapter One
I wash my hands every chance I get. It's my guilty pleasure. I hate people and germs. Germs are like tiny mutants that are just going to kill off humanity soon. So I wash my hands when I wake up, and I always have sanitizer with me and I use about a bottle a day. I feels as if a single germ gets me I will die,that's just how my brain works. I've never gotten sick. The doctors say I'm as healthy as a horse but I dissagree I am healthier then a horse, because well frankly horses are vile creatures, as well as every animal. I don't really go outside my house, it's 'dangerous' Because the air is filled with germs.
People disgust me. I was home schooled,yes I have a job,I work from my house. I don't need much money I only need money for soap, the water bill, sanitizer,and my house. I have no connection to the outside world. So I have no friends. And the family I have or had is now gone. I'm basically alone in this filthy world. And don't get me started on my OCD. I don't even believe I have OCD I think that's just something people make up for people like me. No I just like things balenced. Everything is balenced about me except one thing. My eyes I have one green eye and one blue eye. It's called some sort of medical term. Everyone has one flaw and that happened to be mine. And I HATE it. I can't sleep if every things not perfectly balenced. I have insomnia because of this eye god this eye is the worst flaw a human being can have. Oh it's a gift my mother would say when I was a child. No its not its a damn NIGHTMARE.
Chapter Two
I haven't slept in 14 days. But I'm not tired. One night I accually tried to sleep. I was kept awake with the thought of one eye not matching with the other. I quickly shudder over to the kitchen got a knife and a spoon. Ran to the bathroom, and looked into the mirror at that stupid damn eye. My eyes are supposed to be blue NOT GREEN. I took the spoon and put it up against my eye the cold metal hitting my skin. I dug the spoon into my eye socket, i dug deeper and deeper and plop my green eye fell against the tile floor, rolling around, the string that attached my eye to the inside of my head yes hanging at my eye socket hitting my cheek with every move. i took some sheers i use to cut my hair every so often and i cut the string that feel from my eye socket i heard it fall against the tile as well with a single plop. Germs I whispered to myself as i took a gause and bandaged my emty eye hole. I could finnaly sleep. For the next week i slept. But one night i lay in my bed on my back because any other way is NOT balenced. and I had a sudden erge to get out of bed and run to the bathroom where i looked into the mirror and removed the bandge. and i touched my emty eye hole. No it was not balenced it needed to be balenced. I took the spoon and popped my eye out i felt around for the sheers i finnally found them and tried to cut the cord that was attached to the inside of my head hanging out of my eye socket. But something was wrong. like when you try to cut corbord and your using rusted over sissors and they just fold over the paper, well thats what it was like. I cut, and cut, and cut. Finnally i felt a sort of relief.
