Madness

I'm walking down the street, the sun is in the sky. I've always preferred winter to summer but there is a relief in the freedom of not having to wear a heavy jacket. Any jacket tends to make me sweat even in winter I prefer not to wear one. This new loom band craze is getting out of control I seem to notice them everywhere I go, I must admit they are fun to create and they pass the time too. Keeps my mind off things. Bad things.

It just hits me. There's no preference, if that's an appropriate word for this. This condition. It just happens. I'm walking down the street, the sun is in the sky. She's lying on the floor and her baby is screaming. There's blood everywhere and her face is no longer recognizable. People nearby run to us.

I'm walking down the street, the sun is in the sky. A woman with a pram walks past and I smile at her. She'll never know what I could've done to her, I could've killed her if I wanted, she couldn't have stopped me. I have the power to do this and yet I don't.

I continue walking and he walks past me, his face collides against the brick building to the right of us and smashes. His two front teeth fall out and the capillaries in his eyes burst causing a red cloud to form. His head impacts a second time and now his nose is broken.

I continue walking and he walks past me, shouting on the phone. I wonder who he's talking to, do they deserve to be treated like that. I could end their suffering in seconds and he'll never know that I could do it. I have the power to do this and yet I don't.

I come to the corner and swing my foot. Ribs crack, his mother screams and I watch as he flies into the traffic. He collides with a car and the windshield is webbed with red cracks. The body bounces off the car and onto the road, screams still ring in my ears. Why him, why this one I think to myself. I shrug it off preferring not to focus on it and walk past the child screaming at his mother because he wanted more and more and more.

I cross the road instead of turning and reach down to pet a dog tied up outside the corner shop. I run my hand along it's back as it's owner returns. I unhook it's collar and the dog leaps towards her sinking it's teeth into her forearm. I watch as she falls to the ground and the dog goes for her neck to tear at her arteries. Blood covers the pavement and the body finally stops twitching. The dog lies down beside me and I continue to pets him. "What breed?" I ask. The woman tells me he's a German Shepard. I stand and walk away. Looking at my hands. Clean.

I reassure myself it's still all in my head as I look back on the street, look back on the carnage I've created. This brutal empty street. The people are dead and the blood dries in the summer sun. The people go about their daily lives and the cars continue to drive. All in my head.

There are people in this world that want to hurt you. I always figured myself lucky to have never came across any. Then I realized why.

I'm the monster your mothers warned you about.