Chapter 1
I am normal.
The feeling of leather on my skin is one I'll mourn, but I slide the jacket off anyway. From the pocket comes a pair of sunglasses, and I carefully slip them on.
I am normal.
My hair comes undone, the colored band and ribbon dropping down on the jacket. They'll be gone within the hour, regardless of the suspicious bloodstain - I'm sure of it.
I am normal.
It's a mantra, a whisper repeated over and over. I hesitate a second before I begin to wrap the opulent scarf in my hands around my neck. The woman I took this from won't be needing it where she's going.
I am normal.
The phone in my jeans says goodbye to it's colorful case, left in pieces in the nearby dumpster. I take in a deep breath and repeat it once again before stepping out from the alley into the sun.
I am normal.
The giggle I give out as I pretend to text is nothing but what you'd expect from someone like me. I look rich and carefree, a girl of all her twenty-something years and no more.
I am normal.
They glance over me as they walk by, but their eyes soon find somewhere more interesting to rest. I'm just one in a crowd, nothing more. Slowly I fade from your consciousness.
They say that on average, a person walks past seven psychopaths a day.
I am not normal. In fact, I'm fairly sure you could count me among them.
Your writing style had me hooked from the very first line.
How do you manage to build up so much tension in such a short scene?