Life hasn't been too eventful. Elementary was gone before I knew it. Middle school was so long and boring, I almost forgot about it, and high school went by pretty fast. I'm in my second year of college right now, studying psychology. I know what you're thinking: "Psychology? You can't feel anything."
Yeah, I know. That's why I'm studying it. I thought that maybe if I knew everything about it, I would be able to experience it. So far, no luck. My roommate, Jen, is trying to help me too. She doesn't know that I don't feel anything, but she does think I'm too "cold" to others. Huh. There's that word again.
"I've got it!" Jen says.
"What?" I say, dryly.
"A party! That's what'll make you normal. It'll be sooooo fun! I can dress you up and omg you'll look so.."
"No," I cut her off, "I don't really think that I'm made for an environment like that."
"Oh. Please! I bet you just haven't tried it yet. Who knows? Maybe you are a major party animal behind that snobby demeanor," Jen remarks.
"I am not snobby," I say, "just...reserved"
"Yeah. Whatever floats your boat. Please just try to be nice when we go tonight," Jen says as she walks out the door.
"WAIT! I am not going to that party!" I yell, but it's too late; she's already out the door and I know I'm going to have to go with her. Welp, I might as well try to do something with my appearance, so I head to the bathroom.
Looking into the mirror, I see who everyone sees me as. People say I'm pretty, but that's just their standards. I look into the mirror and see a murderer. I will never forget what I did to them. It has tainted how I see myself.
• • • •
After a three hour study session, I decide that it's finally time to get ready for the party. I head to the bathroom as I hear the door open. It's Jen.
"Hey," she says as she heads over to the closet, " I'm going to get you dressed."
"Okay but nothing showing too much skin," I say as Jen nods, disappointed.
"You're no fun! But okay, I'll choose something a little less scandalous," she giggles, knowing that she's won yet another argument without even starting one.
• • • •
When we arrive at the party, I start to head towards the less populated area, but Jen's got me by the wrist, pulling me to the center of the party.
That's when I see him. Standing there like he's done nothing wrong.
Oh, right I forget to tell you. Back in high school I discovered what hate was.
And it was because of this man standing three feet away.
