Please Lionize Me, I'm A Freak

He watched everybody outside with a meticulous look. Assimilating every little detail on how his peers acted. There were kids who rolled around on the dewy grass and then the other kids who watched the others cautiously and didn't want to get their shoes dirty. He was the only one who wasn't allowed to go out and play soccer. He didn't understand why but his teachers told him that when his parents dumped him at the orphanage, they left no sincere note for him to read when he turned sixteen like most other kids had, all they wrote was "DO NOT LET OUTSIDE" on his old T-shirt when he was four. He felt ashamed to admit it to teachers who asked him why he wasn't outside, he felt like some sort of dog that has rabies and can't play with the others. People asked him all the time "Alex, don't you remember anything?? You were four for god's sake." But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember.

He wanted to go out, play dodge ball, have dissensions over tiny little things like whether someone touched the ball or not. It wasn't as if he wasn't popular or anything. People lionized and loved him. But he didn't like being popular, people treated him like a ticking bomb, making sure he has everything he needs, whether he was comfortable enough, if he was hungry or thirsty, if the air conditioner didn't hit him in the face during class, or whether the class was too boring for him. The teachers always tapped him on the shoulder nervously and asking for his homework, insisting that it's fine if he didn't do it or not.

One day, he went into a school library, to make it up for his overly friendly and nervous teacher and deciding to do some extra credit research, even though the teacher had given him a piece of candy for not doing his homework. He flicked to the news paper articles and grabbed the oldest, most yellow news paper that he found hidden all the way at the bottom of the stack. The news paper had a post-it note that said "THROW OUT! A.S.A.P." As soon as he saw the front cover, he froze. Looking straight up at him, with a grim, yet wild expression in the kid's eyes and holding a knife with a jagged back, was himself. Plastered on the newspaper cover.

He yelped and dropped the newspaper. He glanced at the title: "FOUR-YEAR OLD, CONVICTED OF MURDER OF LOCAL BUTCHER." His mouth dropped open and hurriedly ripped out the page so he can read it in his personal dorm. Once he got upstairs, he scanned the paper. Then leaned back on his king-sized bed that no one seemed to have. Apparently, he was given a test so that his memory would completely vanish before he was dropped at the orphanage. Things were falling into place, he wasn't allowed to go outside because teachers were scared he would kill someone with a plastic shovel. No wonder people were always scared of me.
I'm a freak.

Damaged

The man stood at the edge of the table, two other men surrounded him. They were conspiring an attack on the government at the white house, where they heard he will be there from another terrorist. The men were angry about the state of anarchy their country was in. They had gone days, maybe weeks, without food or water for days while the secretly enforced American military attacked them in the middle of the goddamn night.Their secret head quarters--his basement--was dimly lit with a single, grimy light bulb. The three men clicked it off and headed to the scene this "big shot" president was going to give as he merely waved to bystanders as he climbed into his "big shot" limo.
"Hurry up! Before the bombs go off under him! I want to see it explode..." he said giggling.
The other men exchanged looks. This guy was officially crazy. First he wanted to see if sunflowers will grow in his basement...now this. They're anger made them follow him out to the vast street, leading them to the White house. One man, who had a child of his own paused. He saw a tractor with the key still dangling from the keyhole. He was already on the tractor before the other men noticed. The man drove right up in front of the president, snatched him and dumped him with a security guard. The other two men, including the man who was reluctant about the whole blow-the-president-up idea, were apprehended. The crazy man cursed. The next day, newspaper reporters from all over stated that officials have figured out that this man had serious damage to his head, thinking of how life is really just a dream....