[ WP ] You are a `` normal '' person trying to fit in in a world where everyone is a psychopath .

I had already asked how much my chips and beer would be four times. The clerk just stared at me. He would stick his tongue out at me occasionally. He would sometimes break into convulsive fits in which he shoved his fingers down his throat in an attempt to make himself vomit on the floor. Mostly, he just mimicked whatever I did. At this point I knew I was fucked. I added up the cost in my head. He started screaming incoherently. I knew this was about to get ugly. I figured $ 10 would cover everything. I slowly placed the ten dollar bill on the counter and backed away from the counter slowly, heading towards the door. I didn ’ t want to make any rash movements. I watched him eat my ten dollar bill as I slowly walked out of the store. 
 
 Fuck, I thought. This is getting to be too much. I watched a middle-aged man do backflip after backflip down the sidewalk. I broke open my bag of chips and tried to avoid any eye contact with the people passing by me. Especially the naked dude who was dripping in grease. Fuck. Fuck. I ’ m almost home. 
 
 After what seemed like way to long I made it to my apartment complex. Without missing a beat I bolted upstairs. I had finally made it back to my apartment. Peace. Solace. A six-pack to myself. Maybe I can survive. Until my roommate comes home. 
 
 He threw open the door of the apartment and stepped in slowly. 
 
 “ Hello ”, he said. 
 
 I looked at him, unsure. He sat down next to me. 
 
 “ How was work ”, I offered. 
 
 “ Do you know how many baby lambs I had to fuck today? ” 
 
 He was an accountant. I let it slide. 
 
 “ No ”, I said. 
 
 “ Well. That makes two of us. ” He grabbed one of my un-opened beers and bit into the glass bottle. Beer spilled out everywhere. 
 
 “ Ah, that was delicious. ” He seemed satisfied. 
 
 Maybe this would pass I thought. I was about to move into a studio. Only two more days with him. I wasn ’ t sure if I would make it. My roommate walked into the kitchen as I booted up the Xbox. Maybe this will alleviate the tension, I thought. I threw in EA Skate. My favorite fucking game. Oh shit, I thought. He was coming back into the living room. He had a roll of paper towels and a spoon in tow. I wondered what sick shit he was planning. 
 
 “ I ’ m sorry, man ” 
 
 “ Oh. For what? ”, I replied. 
 
 “ Everyone ’ s been acting so fucked up lately, even me I know. ” 
 
 “ You think? I hadn ’ t really noticed. Things seem pretty normal.. ” I didn ’ t want to upset him. 
 
 He turned to me, fixing a stone cold gaze on me. 
 
 “ Don ’ t worry I ’ m not a psychopath. I ’ m just going to murder you in cold blood this one time and one time only. ” 

