Insane - Who Are You To Judge? (Gripping Psychological Thriller)

Chapter 5 - Avery

There is something different about waking up this morning. I wake up with a swirl of adrenaline coursing through me that makes my stomach tickle. I wake up with a beaming smile on my face.

For a moment, I forget why. Then I remember the happenings of last night (or this morning rather) and my smile extends to my ears. It had been so long, I had forgotten the thrill of it all.

I leap out of bed in a manner that most people would deem inappropriate for 6.27am on a Monday.

I'm ready and downstairs in just thirty-two minutes. I think that's a record.

Today I feel daring, so I put on my silk white blouse with a slight plunging neckline, which clings to my carefully crafted body and a tight black leather skirt, cutting off right on my knees.

My Louboutin heels click and clack on the kitchen tiles as I hasten around the room making my morning coffee and fixing myself something to eat.

As I swallow my last mouthful of granola, my alarm clock sounds telling me it's time to get the hell to work.

I snatch up my bag and jacket before heading out to face the day.

The sky is as clear as the Caribbean Sea, with only a few swollen clouds splashing the ground with spots of shade. Before you step outside, you can almost believe that you are in the height of summer. Yet, the cold winter breeze hits me, exploding over my entire body, covering me in goose bumps and the sharp air suffocating me with every breath.

Oh I completely forgot to introduce myself.

My name is Avery Blake. I will be the hero for the next 300 pages. Well, in my opinion I will be anyway. After all, this is my story.

Let me tell you a little bit about myself. Let's see... I'm thirty-one years old, I haven't found any grey hairs...yet. I'm starting to get wrinkles but they are only faint and I am using every anti-wrinkle product I can get my hands on so they won't be there for very long.

I have thick, luscious, deep chocolate brown hair that any woman would kill for. All natural of course – I would never murder my gorgeous locks by using those chemicals.

I'm a Leo, but I most certainly don't believe in any of that horoscope crap.

High school was a waste of time; I was far more intelligent than any of those state teachers. I got straight A's of course and a first in my master's degree.

My primary occupation is as a pharmaceutical rep. I have to say I do love the sales and I definitely love the cash... but it doesn't send adrenaline shooting through my body and make me bounce up and down like a kid in a sweet shop whose parents fed them way too much sugar.

No, the things that really get me going include painting, volunteer work, killing, tap dancing and golfing.

Yes you read that correctly. Like how I slipped that in there? Okay, if I'm being completely honest, I hate painting...and golfing...and tap dancing... and I mean I wouldn't say my volunteering record is of an extremely impressive length...so I guess it's just the one then.

Before you go and get all judgemental and shut off your tiny little minds to anything I have to say because killing is so awful and killing is so wrong, just turn your noses back down for a minute.

I'm sure you're thinking right now that I can redeem myself in your eyes by selling you with a sob story about how Daddy was mean to Mummy and I was raised by wolves so I don't know any better. Blah, blah, blah.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint, but that is not what happened in my case. Between you and me, I think anyone who tells you that little tale to 'justify' what they do is simply spinning you lies.

I was raised by two, happily married parents and we had a wonderful little, perfectly picturesque life. It was all rainbows and butterflies and we even baked flippin' cupcakes.

I hate to burst your naïve, ignorant bubble but I can say nothing in 'defence' of my passion except for it feels good. I enjoy doing it. And why should I feel bad about something I get pleasure out of? Just because you can't understand it doesn't mean your right is right and my right is wrong. Who gets to decide these social norms, anyway?

Now that you know my little secret, I suppose what happened last night with the Little Mermaid makes more sense to you. Once again, before you get all judgemental, if you ever took the time to read the original Little Mermaid, the poor fish is supposed to turn back into sea foam because her Prince married another. So, I was merely finishing off her tale. Is that so wrong?

Please don't try to psychoanalyse me. I am actually a functioning member of society (I know, I can hardly believe it either). I have friends, I have a stable – and very well-paying – job, and as difficult as it may be to comprehend, I do, in fact, have the capability to feel.

But anyway, I'm bored with talking about this so I'm going to get back to telling you wonderful strangers my story.