“Hey xxxx, wanna grab a drink?”
“Let’s hang out xxxx”
“Why are you always like that;”
“Don’t you want any friends?”
“xxxx dear come help with something!”
Even when they spoke to me I didn’t understand. It has always been like this, one second I understand the topic, the next I’m on the floor crying from the immense pain in my ears.
I wonder why.
There is nothing much to say about me, really. Slightly above average grades, mob appearance,
Titan like height at 230cm and a never before seen illness.
All average if I say so.
Yet I was never able to fit in with the groups at school, although, that was for two main reasons.
Firstly the fact that I was almost double the height of everyone so they saw me as some outlandish beast and secondly, because noone knew my name. Since for the longest time I’d collapse on the floor and have spasms every time I heard that noise, it’s only natural that most wouldn’t know it or say it.
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It wasn’t long before class ended and I was free for the day. Today was Friday and thankfully my birthday, not that I had anyone to celebrate it with. With both my parents having disappeared after my fifth collapse, I was put into the care of my grandmother a few years back though she too, died recently.
So with noone to celebrate with, I decided to go out for dinner.
The streets of Munich at night were as beautiful as ever with street lamps and stores lighting up the street where you could see people of every culture walking around, and enjoying the nightlife.
It wasn’t long before I found it. “Schnitzel nach Hause” the board outside my favorite restaurant spelled. Since I grew up in the US I didn’t have much of an opportunity to eat food like Schnitzels, so when grandma and I were walking around looking for something to eat and found this place I knew I had to try it. Needless to say it became my favorite ever since.
The second I opened the door a ‘clang’ sound rang out, and in seconds a server was in front of me.
“Table for one sir;” he asked straight out of the book
“Yes, can you do window seat? It is a special occasion after all”
“I’ll see what I can do” well not that I expect much. I just like the view.
It wasn’t long before he came back. Thankfully there was an empty seat so I can relax.
I wonder why we exist. No, wrong question.
Why do I have what I have? I mean an illness where you experience unimaginable pain when you hear your name is absurd. How does that even work? Why am I the only one who has it;
Such questions distracted my mind until my food arrived.
It was beautiful to say the least. A golden brown appearance, a divine smell emanating from it and my hunger from not having eaten almost anything all day made drool come out of my mouth.
Yet just as when I was about to take a bite, ‘clank’ the door opened, I heard a gunshot, and all went black.