The Words on the Walls

Prologue

I was never normal. Not even when I was young. I never cried. Never woke up Mommy and Daddy. I never even woke up Sissy. She is a light sleeper. I also didn't talk until I was four. And I was afraid of vaccuums, because I had seen the dog run from it whenever Mommy steered the rumbling machine of cleanliness out of the broom closet. The dog always ran, so why shouldn't I, too? Except I crawled. 

But maybe, maybe I was normal. And still am. Because what exactly is normal? Mabybe I was normal in the fact that I wasn't. Because no one is the same. There are things that are accepted as 'appropriate' or 'satisfactory'. Are they 'normal'? But then you have the different cases. The cases where people have to stop and stare. They think "This isn't right." The people think "This isn't normal." But they can never figure out why it isn't 'normal' because they don't know what normal is. You can't say something isn't when you dont know what is.

The people have to stop and think because whatever it is they are staring at still exists, so why can't it be normal? Why are they questioning its 'normality', if it is obviously there and is, and has been, part of the world that they themselves live in. 

I used to be the one people stared at. 

But I looked normal. I had dirty blonde hair that reached only slightly past my shoulders. Sometimes, when it was humid out, it would curl inward and tickle the nape of my neck. The part of the neck that no one ever thinks about. In the place vampires would bite you, but in the front. I had light blue eyes, and thin eyebrows. My nose was average. 'Normal' even. 

I still look like this. At least, I believe I do. It has been quite awhile since I've been able to look in a mirror. It's been awhile for a lot of things. Where I am now, it would not be considered 'normal'. Where I am,  no one is considered 'normal'. Not even the workers, who don't have anything wrong with them. But even they are not 'normal' because the place they work (here) isn't 'normal'. Nothing in my life is 'normal' anymore, because 'here' is not 'normal'. 

'Here' is nothing but a place that is 'not normal'. It is hard to describe otherwise. And so, I have taken to calling it 'not normal', or 'abnormal', if you will. 

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Afterword

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What is normal? I have always questioned that. 

Anyways, this is only the prologue for the story. Don't judge a story by its prologue :)

Well, you can, but not this one, cause I have bigger and better ideas for it right now. This prologue is abstract and.... not what I wanted. 

But here it is anyway!

Thanks for reading!

-sa