Red is my favourite colour.

Chapter 2

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The next morning I woke up and texted my sister that I'm in a rush and I can't talk this morning. I was not in a rush, and she probably knew it too. Even if Cara knew I was lying, she never said anything especially on this day.

Today is February 14th. You would say oh my god, it's Valentines day! No, today marks exactly 3 years since I went "missing". I wouldn't say I hate this day, I just despise it. It feels like I relive the day more when it's the exact date. All these 3 years of living in New York I never dated anyone. Never felt the need, nor the want to do that.

Why?

I ask myself the same question. Why can't I just be normal, and go out with a guy, without noticing the little annoying and unacceptable things for my perfectionist self? Last time I was on a date with a guy was maybe 6 months ago? His shirt was ugly, his beard wasn't shaved fully, the way he walked and ate just pissed me off. He was a great guy, but I just couldn't stand him after the date. After 3 days he asked me out on another date, but I just full on told him that I don't like him. I was still in my pissed off mood, and he was so nice about it, that it pissed me off even more. Am I toxic for that? I mean, I think so.

There are only 2 people to blame for that problem, yep you guessed it, my mommy and daddy. I think I never saw a more toxic relationship that theirs, always abusing each other mentally and physically. Coming back to each other, never being able to let each other move on, and ruining the lives of their children. I feel like I hate every man that comes near me, god forbid he looks him.

Every guy I meet is just fucking annoying, and I just can't stand them. Will I even be able to love in my life?

Okey, I've been showering for a good minute now, I should get out. This day is just hard in general, sucks being single, but fuck it. I mean I really could care less about being in a prisonship right now. I have exams next week, and in March I will graduate. I am a psychology major, I like it, but I feel like I should get therapy first, before giving therapy to others.

I put on a hoodie, sweatpants, and a jacket, my shoes and I leave for work. I have been saving money, so after collage me and Lyd can get an apartment together, alone I just couldn't be able to afford it. Lydia was my saviour, she knows the whole full detailed story. If it wasn't for Lyd my nightmares, panick attacks would still be here. Lydias story isn't a shimmering one either. Her dad doesn't really give a fuck, he just throws money her way. Her mom died when she was 17.

When I finally got ready I left my dorm and went to work, I had a 10 hour shift today, every year on this day I make sure I am busy as hell. Because I just want to be tired, and fall asleep without even dreaming. When I got to work, I changed into my work clothes, and started my shift. I was alone, besides the security guard. He always seemed creepy to me, like the man never and I mean NEVER talked to nobody.

My brown hair is in a ponytail, with a few strands peeking through. People start to flow in, I serve them, but then comes in this guy, he is just wow. For a women who can't stand men, but is straight this dude is a whole packet and two extras. His black hair is messy, under his coat I can make out his big arms, his jaw is sharp like a knife, and his eyes. This is the moment I wish I wasn't alone. I kept thinking:" I can't serve him, what if I make a fool out of myself, what if he is mean, and I can't control my mouth?"
"Hello, can I get a black coffee, without sugar?"he asked.
His voice was smooth, but dark. Everything about him screamed red, but red happens to be my favourite colour.

I hope you are enjoying this story so far. I hope you had an amazing day, be safe, and if leave any of your thoughts in the comments.❤️