Short stories

Why are they all staring?

If someone thinks your different, is that wrong?

I dont think that wrong. Everyone is special in there own way. You, me, him, her, they, we are all the same and so very different. that is life. But if someone is treating you wrong or in a bad way they are doing something wrong. An that someome most perish, at leash that is my philosophy. I If someone thinks you're different, is that wrong?

I don't think that wrong. Everyone is special in their own way. You, me, him, her, they, we are all the same and so very different. That is life. But if someone is treating you wrong or in a bad way they are doing something wrong. And that someone must perish, at least that is my philosophy. I am different, I always was. I do not mind and none should.

But why do they? Day in day out, everyone is staring at me. No matter what i do, they keep starring, and starring, and starring, and starring, starring, starring, starring, and starring. No matter what I do, always starring. It is like I am going insane.

Am I insane? I don't think so at leashed, I don't hope so. No I am not going insane! That is not me, I am not insane. Or maybe I am? I don't know anymore, what do I do? I would not accomplish anything like this, not when they keep staring like that. Not today, not tomorrow. Not on my own. Maybe I should get some help? NO! That is not me, why am I thinking that. No I am not getting any help, no. It is because the keep staring, that's it! I am not insane, never, never, never ever, no never.

I should keep moving, where nobody is, where I can be left alone. I want to be alone right now, where no one is watching me. I want to be in my warm bed.

Why do they keep staring? Everywhere I look, they keep staring. I need to get out of here, now! I am almost home, my house, my thing, my bed. Where none is watching me, where none is judging me. I am almost there. Just around the corner and I am home, just around the corner.

Why are there more people here? They are also staring! I do not understand, I am almost home. But now they are doing something strange and I feel my hart pomp faster and my body temperature rising. I am panicking, it is because of all those faces, and they are coming closer. AND FAST! What do I do, they are coming from every direction. My house is almost there, I want to there. More and more faces come in my direction, the panic in my body rises. Everything becomes hazy.

And then everything was black. I did not feel anything, hear anything of see anything. Is was like a warm and dark blanked that was wrapped around me.

"Sir? Sir? Are you alright?"

That was the first thing I heard when in was in the dark, it was close and jet is was so far away. I do not know how long I was there, I did not care. No one was staring at me and I finally found some peace and quiet from all those that keep looking and staring at me, only me.

"Sir, you need to wake up."

Is that voice talking to me? I don't know, no one is here, I am all alone and peaceful. It is like a good sleep, without any dreams. And I do not want to wake up form this dream.

"He needs to go to the hospital"

Hospital? Who needs to go there? Not me, I am ok. Maybe someone else? Poor human, I hope it is not serious. At leashed they are not looked at all the time, no like I am.

"Hallo? 911? A man is laying on the streets covered in blood, and there is a lot!"