~ With my head between my knees, my fingers grasping my hair, the persistent need to be normal is eating me from inside. Normalcy sounds like such a beautiful thing yet a curse at the same time.

And I sigh, yet again.

I think : Am I normal?

I reply : Of course not.

I think : Do normal people tackle with these situations on a daily basis?

I reply : No fool, they do it on an hourly basis.

I think : Do they feel equally wierd and lost and just basically caught in the middle of a fake minefield?

I reply : Now that's very specific!

I think : Does it have to be this tishy? Does it get any better with time?

And then I think a lot more.

Gawwd

This is really going worse than I'd thought.

Way worse in a non-normal-kind-of wierd way.

Seriously, who even sets these invisible standards of normalcy that everyone falls short of? On second thought, normalcy is just a fallacy which we all, stupidly, seek. As if, that would somehow make things easier, simpler.

Only that it doesn't.

I sigh heavily yet again, why the hell does my mind have to remind me, now of all times, how I once bombarded him with the same questions. And anti-now, I was given answers then.

I can almost visualize his paper drawn line, the supposed line of normalcy. Tho it wasn't even straight itself.

"Let's just say there's a man who doesn't show anger in front of his boss- this means that he is below this line. But at home his anger is out of hand with his wife, now that is above normalcy," he had said, "You see we all go above and below norm-"  BLASTED PUCKING AIDEN PARKER!!

Shouting in your head won't help hon.

He write like a sister.

Just tell me why? At least I deserve that. I promise I won't ask anything else. Just that.

It's really pathetic how I keep saying it as if he was in front of me, as if he would hear me, as if he would give an answer. It'd be high time I got one tho.

I sigh yet again, cause I know I won't be getting one. Not anytime soon, anyways.

"You're attracted to Aiden."

In an attempt to somehow escape everything I look up at the achingly bright moon. From my teary eyes, the starry night sky looks so beautiful, so calm, so peaceful. Magical. Everything I would wish for.

"I've been abused."

"From now on, there'll be nothing to trust."

Aish!

"How's it going?" ~

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Thankfully my exams are over so I can finally get on with MY FIRST EVER STORY! - Oh, I didn't see you there cute reader, Annyonghaseo! (That means hello btw ^.^) soooo whatya think of my work huh? I really wanna know cause I just can't seem to tell myself. Is it mysterious enough for now-?

Also lemme tell you that this prologue/excerpt is taken from right after the big thing, idk if it'd be called climax or resolve...

Anyways, do continue the story if you like it and don't forget to give lots of reads, votes and comments to this story. Feel free to share it (that's if it's good enough).

Oh, and Happy Ramadan to all the lovely Muslims out there.

Update from the Author herself a year later : Gawd that's embarrassing...

Anyways, Allah hafiz n peace out! ^,^

~M