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Chapter One

I scrutinize my surroundings then slowly close the bathroom stall behind me. The sound of the bathroom door locking echoes through the bathroom and i suddenly feel fear squeeze my body.

Like a plunger, Fear pulls at your insides and sucks out all other feelings. Why must we fear?

I stare at my fingers. I like to think my fingers are long and slender. Its middle where the bone connects looks strange, a mix of skin and loose bits of fat.

Is this really worth doing? Cutting yourself just for a dare?

Although i know it isn't worth it i have to do it. My pride would be hurt otherwise. Anyways, its just a small little cut, whats the worst that can happen? I will bleed?

I laugh to myself as i slowly trace the blade on my skin. I suddenly feel mesmerized by the feel of the cold metal against my flesh. I create slow designs on my thumb and suddenly my fear is back.

This is not normal, you shouldn't be doing this.

Was it not normal to like the feel of metal against my skin?

Of course. What is not normal is the fact that you are now enjoying the idea of cutting yourself. You are looking forward to the moment the blade will sink into your skin.

I shake my head and sigh. I was going to turn myself mental if i didn't stop thinking psychotic thoughts.

I hold my thumb up and slowly push the blade into my skin.

I am suddenly surprised by the momentary pinch. It doesn't hurt as much as i expected. After the small pinch of the blade going past my skin, my thumb feels fine. I do not feel any pain.

I slowly turn the blade to the left in my skin and a create small design onto my skin with my blood. I watch as the blood pools into the design making it seem bright and eccentric.

Then i hear a bang outside my stall.

"Are you finished over there, Julie?" my friend growls outside. Sometimes i wonder why i am even friends with her.

I hide the blade in my pocket and casually walk out of the stall, stuffing my thumb in my jeans pocket.

"Yes" i say as i push into her to wash my thumb in the sink. I dip my thumb in the cool water, making sure Cily can see my thumb.

She stares at it for a second then glares at me.

I stare at my thumb also and realize something.

My skin.

It's clear.

I feel a gasp go through me as i stare at my mended thumb.

Don't say anything.

I won't say anything.

I'll ask dad.

Of course.

I brush my hand through my wavy hair and smile at Cily then look away.

She doesn't say anything. She just walks away.

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I'm an alien, im sure of it. What else can i be?

Aliens don't exist.

God does.

Whats your point?

So god could've created aliens if he wanted to.

Yes, but don't you think you would know if you were one?

The stupid logical voice in my head was right, as usual, as well as annoying.