True Intentions

I always used to think everyone was two-faced. Someone would walk up to me and tell me I looked nice today, but I’d see them licking their lips and staring at me perversely. I’d have someone tell me “Great job” but i’d see them scowling and flipping me off. It didn’t make sense, their words and tone did not match the actions at all.

I eventually learned that I could see what people were really feeling or thinking regardless of what they said or did. Their true intentions and actions would play out before me like a twisted Super 8 film.

It got real frightening when I went to college, and noticed all the cool sweet guys were constantly trying to undress me or touch me while telling me how smart and funny I was.

One guy offered to walk me to my dorm because of all the sick perverts on campus, but I could see him moving in to strangle me and rape me, so I declined. He still sounded concerned and sweet, but his face was twisted in rage and anger at being rejected. When he told me I’d be safe with him, that was when I saw him gutting me, so I panicked and hit him in the face with my backpack. He went sprawling down a long flight of concrete stairs, breaking his neck.

No one believes me when I tell them what happened, but right now, as I sit here in court for my murder trial, I can see the Judge telling me it will be a fair trial, as he runs his finger across his throat.