Date: January 7th, 2025 7:38 AM
Author: Klebold
They call it the Trench Coat Mafia. Like it was some secret cabal. Like we had meetings in the woods, chanting over candles, plotting the downfall of the world. But it wasn’t anything like that. It wasn’t anything, really. Just a name. A joke. A fragment of nothing that got stuck in everyone’s head after the fact.
I wasn’t even a member. That’s the truth. I didn’t sit with them at lunch or hang out with them after school. I wasn’t part of their circle, if you could even call it that. The "mafia" was a group of awkward kids trying to carve out a space for themselves. They wore their trench coats like armor, a shield against the jocks, the cheerleaders, the endless, unrelenting noise of high school.
But I didn’t wear a trench coat. Not at first.
The truth is, they didn’t really like me. I was too tall, too quiet, too strange. I didn’t belong with them any more than I belonged with anyone else. But after everything happened, the media needed a story. A clean narrative. So they pulled out that stupid name and stuck it to us like a badge. Trench Coat Mafia. Like it explained everything.
But it didn’t explain anything.
It just made me seem like a Loser. Like I was desperate to fit in with a group of kids who weren’t even cool in their own weird way. Like I was some hanger-on, clinging to their edges, trying to make myself part of something bigger than me.
It wasn’t like that.
I wasn’t trying to fit in. I wasn’t trying to be anything. But now, when they tell the story, they put me in that box. The awkward, angry kid who found his place among the other awkward, angry kids. A group of outcasts banding together against the world. But that’s a lie.
I wasn’t one of them. And I wasn’t one of you.
That’s the part they never understood. I didn’t want to be part of your stupid hierarchy, your lunch tables and cliques, your sports teams and drama clubs. I didn’t want to belong. I wanted to destroy the whole system.
And I will.
You think you can pin me down with your labels, your stories, your pathetic need to make sense of what you can’t understand. But you can’t. I’m not a member of anything. Not a joiner. Not a follower.
I’m the one you ignored, the one you underestimated. You’ll see. You’ll all see.
The Trench Coat Mafia wasn’t real. But what’s coming next is.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5660157&forum_id=2#48526488)