Normal Is An Illusion (A Morgue Love Story)

Normal Is An Illusion

Hello. My name is Grayson. I'm 16 years old, and I go to Carlisle High School. I have white hair, blue eyes, and I'm super short. I'm hate humanity and I'm considered a freak since I swallow fire.

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My name is Morgue. I'm not a fan of new people in general. Or people in general. I'm 24, I do a lot of side show acts and I'm a street performer on Venice Beach. I have white hair, and blue eyes. There's not much else I can say.

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Grayson P.O.V.

I groaned as I rolled out of bed. It was summer but my mom forced to me get up early to get ready to go on vacation. We're going to Venice Beach in Los Angeles, California. That means socializing, sun, and a whole lot of blonde bimbos walking around. I went into my bathroom and straightened my already straight white hair. I did my regular makeup which involved a lot of eyeliner, then brushed my teeth. Once I was done with all of that I packed it all up and put it in my suitcase. I went over to my outfit I had layed out and got dressed. I wore a plain black shirt, my black, what I like to call, detective coat, black skinny jeans, and knee high black combat boots. I wear a lot of black if you haven't noticed. I double checked everything in my suitcase then zipped it up and walked downstairs to see my mom and dad waiting for me. "Ready to go?" asked my mom. I nodded as we went outside, put our bags in the car and got in. I instantly put in my earphones and listened to Asking Alexandria all the way to the airport.

~Next day~

My mom, my dad, and I were walking around Venice Beach. I wore basically the same thing I wore yesterday. I grew bored quickly, "Mom can I walk by myself. My phone's fully charged and I have money." She thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay. Meet us back at the hotel for lunch. Stay safe!" I nodded and walked off. Everyone looked and dressed the same to me. I was the only one wearing black. I giggled to myself as I saw a crowd not to far ahead of me. I decided to check it out and pushed my way to the front. I saw a man with white hair like mine, wearing all black. He was holding a sword and began to speak. "Now lady's and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for. Two feet of metal down the esophagus, past the lungs and heart, and into the stomach." This man instantly caught my attention and I watched him carefully. He placed the tip of the sword on his tongue, leaned his head back and began to swallow. Once it was all the way down the crowd began clapping and in my opinion, I clapped the loudest. Soon he took the sword out and took a bow, "Now if you would be ever so generous and drop a five or a ten into the black bag it keeps my from having to get a real job." I giggled and waited as the crowd dropped fives into the bag. Soon every one started walking away so I walked up to the gentleman and tapped his shoulder. He instantly turned around and I saw his eye's widen. I handed him a hundred dollar bill, "Here. I wanted to hand it to you personally so no one would take it." He hesitated before grabbing it and looked at me, jaw dropped slightly. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it." I nodded, "No problem. I really loved your act." He smiled, "Thank you. I'm Morgue by the way."

"I'm Grayson. Nice to meet you Morgue." I said smiling. I'm not a fan of people but something about Morgue intrigued me.