my name is dan howell. from a younger age i've always loved the color of blood. it caused me so many troubles in life. how much love do you think i got? the kid considered the 'emo' because of hair and my simple love of blood. i never expected it to be something so.. violent. but, i guess new things can happen to everyone.
it was this story in particular that made me realize what a psychopath i actually am.
i was 9.
for a school project we had to dissect a baby shark. nothing much, just helping our study of animals. as we were told to simply cut the stomach open cautiously, i mauled it with the knife held in my hand. it sounded amazing. the sound of metal thunking into a soft, wet surface. it made me wonder how much better it would feel on something live..
my lab partner, phil, was staring at me with the largest ocean blue eyes you could've ever seen. "d-dan?" he stuttered out, his eyes glistening. i had never stopped and thought that maybe i was falling for him. no, this is not a romantic story. why yes, me and phil did eventually get together. but i believe that's a story i would wait to tell. the lab teacher ran to me, calling the principle down. all for what, a bit of trigger-happiness on a dead, i repeat, dead shark?
the principle called my.. aunt, who couldn't have cared any less about it. why would she, anyways? she was always off drinking, wasn't like it was the end of the world.
