You Don't Know Me
You don't know who I am, so I think it okay to post this here, if only for the purpose of doing it anywhere.
I don't know how serious this thread is, but it's open to free discussion, right?
Well, What is a demon? I don't know, they appear to us in so many ways through so many myths and stories. Still I find it common throughout these stories that a demon is someone who's human, but still not for one way or another. They don't have to be evil ( for the obvious reasons that my idea of evil does not have to match you idea of the same thing ), but they still don't feel fit in the society of men because they are "different".
In that way, I am a Demon. It was not I who said it first, but a close friend of mine who asked me if I was something else, like a demon of some sorts. I didn't understand why, but when she told me of several things she'd noticed it dawned upon me how different I really was, just hadn't really thought about it until then.
She told me I had this strange ability to persuade people into doing my will, people always seemed to do what I wanted them to, and say what I wanted to hear. I am not an intimidating person, I am the shoulder to cry on and the "good friend".
There were several other things, like my eyecolour constantly changing between blue, gray and green, which wasn't the funny part though, but the faqt that there is a yellow circle around the iris that sometimes consumes all other colour and my eyes become yellow instead of the other three colours. She said she constantly had the feeling I knew what people were thinking and feeling, because I often answered the things they were about to say before they said it and seemed to want to cry when the person standing next to me was the one in the bad mood.
Since then I have gone to a psychic, and before you make any comments about that, I live in Iceland where we do things differently. Psychics are not uncommon, and it is a public believe that they are real. She looked at me and told me I was special. The room was supposedly full of spirits, but unlike most they didn't just follow me, they were supposed to be awaiting my move, watching me, waiting for the moment I would notice them.
That was when she said I wasn't who I thought I was, not a 16 yrs old kid trying to get through school ( and believe it or not, I'm not one of the geeks, nerds, goths or emos ( which are not lame, bad or in any way worse types ), I run with the "popular" kids who would rather die than talk about something like this, they even voted for me to become the dorm president ( the one who's responsible for the social life, parties, etc )). She said I'd been around for some time now, and the only reason I didn't remember my "earlier experience" was because the body I am posessing right now isn't old enough, not strong enough yet to take on all the experience of old age.
And now, a year after, I have been having flashbacks, memories mixing with the ones I already hold. I remember my first time with a woman, three times. I easily recall when I first had sex two years ago, but I also feel like I remember two other girls, whom with I have never been. My body is changing, I never used to eat meat ( my parents are vegetarians ) but now I eat it raw. I can smell blood, my teeth are so sharp I can easily bite through a can and I have become so much stronger, faster, agile since only a year ago. I just got really sick for three weeks last winter, where I couldn't move at all and all my body ached like it was on fire, but when it was all over I felt better than ever before. I can run for miles without getting tired, dive underwater for minutes without even feeling the slightest need to breathe and all minor wounds seem to heal rapidly. This summer I was working construction and a wall fell over me. They thought i was dead, several nails had been sticking out of it and I had been under those. I however just pulled the two nails that went through my ribs out and held the wound. It didn't hurt at all, and after a short while the only thing left were two scars. I also got run off the road by a drunken driver at the speed of 110 km/h, the car went off a shoulder 9 meters high and ended in a river that ran not far away. A witness ran to the car, thinking he was going to save my body, no way I could've survived that crash, but before he got to the car I unbuckled my damaged seatbelt, opened the doors and swam out, not a scratch on me, despite the steering wheel being broken as my chest had hit it.
My hands are constantly cold, but my body is steaming hot and shaped in the form of a greek god, even though I never work out.
These are the reasons I am starting to doubt my humanity, that and of course the blood sample the doctor took that prooved my red blood cells weren't doughnut shaped like human blood cells, but like the cells of a camel.
But then again, I can always turn the statement around and ask, Am I a Demon or am I just some kind of a human freakshow?