Most stories start with a "Once upon a time", or a "In a galaxy far far away". My story starts with a craving for salad at one am.
It was a quiet night, much like one in a horror movie, but there was nothing eerie about it. It felt like any day at one am, it was not windy or scary, it was...normal.
I went down to the kitchen, opening the fridge and getting out simple salad ingredients; tomatoes, lettuce, carrots, and dressing. I took out a knife to cut them.
Everything was going great, until I went to cut the carrots. I heard the chop of the carrot, and then, suddenly, the blade of the knife slipped across my finger, cutting some of the skin off. I had this odd sensation.
The pain didn't...hurt. Sure, it stung, and my finger was bleeding, but I didn't cry, I didn't even frown. In fact, I was smiling. The pain felt good. It was like a sign from God.
The knife kind of tickled me, it felt comforting. The stinging of my finger went on, causing me to laugh of happiness. I always heard people complaining about pain, saying how awful it is. But feeling it that night, it made me question everything I've learned. It made me wonder why people don't enjoy pain more.
I had to bring pain to more people, show them how beautiful it was. I'm not a psycho, I know that. I cut off a little more skin from my finger, laughing. It made me think;
Maybe people cry when they are hurt out of happiness.
Maybe people complain about pain because it makes them too happy.
If they were doing those things for any other reasons, it wouldn't make sense.
The only thing that I knew was that I liked pain.
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