There's a boy. He's okay. He's fine. There's nothing wrong. He goes through the usual motions. He goes to school, he talks to his friends. He doesn't do his homework and he's always thinking about that girl. Some would say he's pretty normal. They'd all say he's pretty normal. But normalcy is terrifying. The fact that such a thing as normal exists. The fact that normal is just repetition. Normal is the same. There's nothing significant about normal. Normal is when God gets bored. He decides that this is what worthless looks like. Normal. Normal is scary because you don't even know it. And when you get old, you'll see how meaningless you are. How unsatisfying and how disappointing your life was. It was normal. There's nothing different or good about normal. Now, that boy realizes this. He discovers that he'd been wasting his life with normal problems and normal thoughts. He panics. This isn't what he wants. He's starting to get scared. He's already wasted so much time. And that, again, is when he makes another realization. He is normal. There's nothing he can do about it. Just normal. And that's when the black first starts to hit him. It first enters through his eyes. The windows of the soul. It seeps in and soon, it reaches his mind. His mind is devoured in only seconds. It's the weakest part of the body, always changing and always believing what other people tell it to. Then his heart. This, however, takes a little bit longer. This so called 'love' prevents the black from entering, but soon gives away, washing away the passion and leaving it with jealousy and rage. Envy, greed, pride, wrath, lust, gluttony, and sloth are all that remain. They call them sins, but they're just truths. His heart is now just black void, filled with nothingness. The rest of his body breaks apart, evaporating into shadows and space. He's gone mad. Crazy. Mentally ill. Whatever normal people call it. He's gone. What was him has now left. And all thats left... is darkness. He's okay.
