"Dueling Banjos" by Shelby K. Irons

I have the dueling banjo's song in my head. It's so annoying when you get a song stuck up there and it won't go away. I also hate it when my ears ring. That's annoying too. Supposedly, when your ears ring, it means someone is talking about you. I wonder if they say good things or bad things? I know everything people ever say about me is bad. I don't know why.

Oh, that's not true. I know why. Because I'm crazy. Well, not exactly crazy, but as my counselors say, I'm "different". I have a power. One time I blew up a truck because I stubbed my toe on the sidewalk. Hurt like hell too. Of course I got really angry and all that anger had to go somewhere and that truck was in my way. BOOM! That's the sound it made when it exploded. Fire, smoke, metal, blood.......I didn't think it would make such a mess. I watched the accident on TV back at home. The official cause of the explosion was a gas leak that sparked somehow. But I knew I was responsible.

Another time, when I was at the mall, a fat mousy looking man bumped into me when I came out of the elevator. He yelled at me and told me to watch where I was going. It was totally HIS fault because he bumped into me. I don't like it when people yell at me. It really hurts my feelings. So I stepped aside and let him go into the elevator. I even pushed the pushed the button for him.

"Going down?" I asked sweetly.

The doors closed and seconds later the cables that held the elevator up just....snapped! I think the lady on the news said he fell three stories to his death. I was sooo sad. Really.

There have been other strange accidents that have happened when I've been around. My counselors say they're all coincidences and that I really didn't cause them. But I don't believe in coincidences since everything happens for a reason.

It was funny, one time after a session with Dr. Daniel's, I ran out of his office because he suggested I needed to be locked up in an institution. He followed me down a flight of stairs and his shoelaces came untied. Naturally he tripped and made the strangest face before he toppled down those stairs like a rag doll. His death didn't even make it onto the news. Doesn't life suck?

And those dueling banjos get louder every day.

Don't you just hate it when you get a song stuck in your head?