Beyond Normal

chapter 1

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Her point of you is bold 

His is normal 

The italic parts are flashbacks

March 24th, 2000

My story begins in a ratty old apartment that was shielded off from the world also known as Olympia Washington. There were five tenants, upstairs was the oh so nosey Mr. and Mrs. Jones who knew the whole buildings personal life, the creepy bald guy down the hall who delivered pizzas for a living, the sleek smooth looking man below me. I swear he worked for the Men in Black the dude never took off his shades. Then there was myself, I was an independent writer self-employed. Broke as hell is what my father liked to call it. I was 27 jobless, living in a hellhole apartment with no bright future ahead; oh how I loved my sweet supportive father. Any way those were the tenants of Lakeview Village Apartments.

“You haven’t lived unless you’ve rented an apartment from LVVA...” that bullshit relator told me. Wait was that only four? How could I forget the girl in F 608 she lived upstairs on the last floor in the abandoned part of the building, I’ve seen her a few times sitting in one of the trees of the forest that surrounded our building. Okay I borderline stocked her while she climbed into the tree that sat in the middle of LVVA’S private forest, alright it might not be a forest but those trees and weeds that were over grown and nearly reached the top of the building needed some serious TLC.

I will never forget the first time I saw her face. She was sitting in her usually big oak tree. Watching her became a part of my daily routine. When I first saw her the feeling was indescribable; she had the softest features that drew me  in. she had Pale skin, the smallest lips that held a tint of pink, and the brightest blue eyes that were almost damaging to my tedious brown orbs. She looked at me like she knew I’d been watching her. I smiled at her letting her know I wasn’t the enemy-- quite the opposite, I was her friend… well, I wanted to be. I understood her; I knew what it felt like to be alone feeling like no one around understood you and the tremendous pain you suffer from as a result, I understood her pain because it was identical to my own.  It was almost like I couldn’t get through the day without my daily dose of the girl from apartment F 608.If looks could kill I would a dead man right now because the look she gave me was murderous.  

After that first sighting I didn’t see her for days; I couldn’t understand why she hid from me. Was she afraid of me? Did I do something to offend her?  Why was she punishing me? My heart burned with aching hatred, I hated her, and the very idea of her sent burning flames into my soul. I hated her for making me want her so badly.

June 27th, 2000

Three months I didn’t see the girl who haunted my thoughts, the girl who ruined my dreams, took my sanity and replaced with despair and rage. The unknown scared me, not knowing where she was, only getting to see her face once would never be enough, it would never kill my thirst for her.

Doesn’t he have other things to do with his time instead of watching me constantly? Wasn’t he satisfied enough with his miserable life to leave me alone? There were other people living here, people he didn’t have to plan his day around just to catch a glimpse of, and I thought I was the freak. For days he watched me through his window, I couldn’t understand why. Every night I felt his eyes burn holes through my body. I ignored him, for days I ignored him. I never looked at him, never spoke it was like he didn’t exist. In my world he didn’t, but then again what was my world? Darkness, filled with creatures that did soulless acts. That was the world I lived in, if you could call it living.

How could something so horrible, ruthless, plain evil look so innocent? I had pale skin, big icy blue eyes, so bright looking into a mirror could be hazardous. Then there was my pale pink lips, the lips that ruined lives—took life away. I looked so innocent, harmless. I used that to my advantage, I used my innocence to steal life away, how twisted is that?

You would think for as long as l lived I would have enough money to not live in a shitty apartment that should be condemn. Truth is I’m just as broke as anyone else here; I only kept jobs for a few months at the most. I have a little money saved up that’s gets me by most of the time. My one most prized possession that I was actually proud of couldn’t fit in my pocket. So I kept it hidden in the outskirts of Portland.  If I was in dire need of cash I just hunted if I came across some cash it was added bonus. Back to the freak from C 305 the one that bugged but also intrigued me.

Oh god this can’t end well

The day I finally gave into temptation, I looked at him. I was shocked at what I saw, a man with the darkest brown eyes that reminded me of the chocolates my father used to bring me, he had a strong jaw line that soften when our eyes locked, he had messy light brown hair that framed his face perfectly. He had a timid look upon his face that changed into a welcoming smile when our eyes locked. I felt a burst of an unfamiliar emotion through my chest; I instantly hated him I hated the effect he had on me. He gave me humanity. I didn’t want it; I gave that up sentimental shit a long time ago.

I knew he wouldn’t go; he watched me for months there was no way he would leave me alone. I left the day he saw my face. I couldn’t risk him getting close to me. All humans are the same, they see something they like and go after it without thinking of the consequences. They want something so badly they would do anything to get it. Why did he want me so badly, he knew nothing of me. I could be some deranged killer, well I guess in a way I am. Still I could be some type of dangerous human. Again I am minus the human part. I didn’t want to leave; I felt this strong pull every time I tried to. So I stayed in my apartment for months. I only left once to feed and stock up. I wanted to forget him I wanted the emotions to disappear. I knew that wouldn’t happen he was always on my mind if not he wasn’t far away.

I went on with my life like she didn’t exist, but who was I fooling? She lingered in my head for hours on end. I wanted her with me I wanted to feel her presence around me. Some days were good others were…well let’s just say I was still unsure of how I got through them myself. No matter where I went something reminded me of her, whether it was a specific shade of blue or a big oak tree. My dreams started to become nightmares, the one glance she gave me taunted me, teased me, showed me something I couldn’t have.  

One day I just could take it I couldn’t take not seeing him, not hearing him breathe. The feeling of him watching me intently was a feeling I couldn’t live without. He was my life, my light, my breath, most of all he was my heartbeat. Even though I wanted him dead, I couldn’t go through this life without him, I wanted to belong to him I wanted him to belong to me, but how could he love a monster…