From the diary of a genetic mutation.

Sometimes I wish that life came with theme music.
Why, you ask?
Well if it did then I would've been able to tell that things weren't exactly how they seemed from the music playing, the notes caught between danger and normalcy woulda given the whole thing away.
I mean, don't get me wrong, it might not have even mattered if I had known, but in a crazy world such as this you never know. And I'll take all the advantages I can get!

So there I was, sitting there at the library. Completely innocently! Just reading a book to study for my test coming up when this guy sits next to me. And not like a chair away as would've been normal at the six-chaired table in the center of the library, surrounded by shelves of books.
No, not two chairs away, he takes the chair right next to me and scoots really close. Which is the point where I put my book down to give him the "What the fuck?" look.
But he ignores that, and looks at me very seriously.
He doesn't say anything, he just stares at me with this intense blue eyed stare as if I had said something horrible and I was supposed to explain myself.
So now I give him a good look-over. He wasn't old, but he wasn't my age. He looked about my older brother's age, only more...studied. Is that a description? I'm not sure how to put it. He looked as if he knew alot and took everything seriously, which made his random actions seem even more weird to me.
Had I known what he was going to say next I might have known better not to feel weird, but disturbed. Because this guy was really crazy, and what was worse he was dangerous for me and the people I loved.
"You're one of the marked ones."
I feel a jolt but force myself to stare at him like he's an idiot.
"Um...okay?" I frown to show him that I think he might have escaped from some hospital somewhere.
He doesn't take his eyes off me.
"You know what I'm talking about, and I know you're gonna keep pretending that you don't, so you can just listen."
Fat chance. I think glumly.
"We know about you and your family, we're going to be keeping an eye on you. If you even step a toe out of line, or if you reveal your secret to anyone then we're going to have to step in. This is not a threat, this is a fact and a warning."
This raised a number of questions, like...
Number one, how did he know that me and my family were a bunch of freaks?
Number two, was he one of those religious fanatics with a cult following of murderers?
And number three, what did "step in" imply? Would it be like...what "silence them" implies when the villains in the movies say it? Or did he just mean that they would intervene and without violence?
Unfortunately I don't know what to say, so now I'm the idiot because I can do is stare him blankly.
Which is neither an admittance or a denial that I get a single word he's saying.
Not that it mattered, because he took my silence as an answer in and of itself and got up and left.
Leaving me there, dumbstruck with my now seemingly redundant studying.
And what can you do after something like that happens? Leave immediately? Continue on as if nothing happened? Which one of those things was the normal thing to do? Which one could be taken the wrong way by people who might wanna kill you?

Yes, diary, a rather dramatic first entry, and I haven't explained alot.
But I'm tired from that crazy family meeting we had after I went home, and it might take much more pages than this one to explain things properly.
Not to mention I'm not sure I could exactly explain it properly, I don't really trust my brain at the present moment in time..so..I'll see if I can explain tomorrow. Or you know..whenever.