Born late March nineteen ninety-four, Jacksonville, Florida. Growing up in the Sunshine State, life was pretty easy, nothing too interesting, but I wasn’t complaining. A simple life was all I really cared for. Always avoiding conflict, trying to just live through life with my head down. I didn’t really try too hard at school or have any goals. I simply just lived one day at a time, enjoying small pleasures, but ultimately just living to live. After my school days were over I didn’t have much to do, but simply stay inside, twiddling my thumbs, all my thoughts locked up inside of my head. I began going out less and less. My thoughts kept me entangled with questions, which I believed that I could answer on my own. After a time, my morality began to change, I had replaced the moral compass that was molded by the society I was never interested in being a part of. Replaced it with one that benefited me, and only me.
Eventually, I began to go out again. Now looking for things I’d never seen before. In a big city, there is a lot lurking in the shadows. I eventually found what I was looking for. I watched. Watched as a pack of homeless men, and woman beat a well off man to a bloody pulp. Leaving nothing behind, but his already smelling corpse. I simply watched, I didn’t flinch or show any signs of intervening. It was as though I was a researcher studying wild animals, looking from a distance in safety. The interest in this new animal I had discovered began to take over my life.
I started taking classes at the Florida State College at Jacksonville. I was able to do research there. I wasn’t interested in what my professors or textbooks said. I just figured the location was right for my research. I watched every day, learning what it meant to really be human. My research was going fine until I came across an unexpected anomaly. Before, I could predict what someone was going to do, people were simple to read. Though, she didn’t fit those criteria. I became obsessed, now my research was targeted at one subject.
Months passed, I learned a great deal, but I felt that there had to be more I could learn. Watching wasn’t going to get me anything more. I decided to make contact. It went well, amazingly well. My research escalated, I got deeply involved with the subject. It’s gotten out of hand. I feel as though I’ve made a mistake. It was too late. She began showing romantic interests in me. I wasn’t interested in such a thing, but it was a good chance for me to get a better angle. I accepted her advances. It all happened fast. I can tell she see’s through the mask I wear day to day, but she still shows interest. So much time has passed, now I’ve given her my last name, and so much more. Deciding a place for a honeymoon is difficult. Eventually, she decided on a place in Europe. Things are different here, but if you are reading this you know that...