Why Me?

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I wake up to the constant buzzing of an alarm clock. My eyes were lazily opening as I looked at the clock. The numbers looked hazy on the digital clock but I could tell that it was 3:50 in the morning. Or also known as my usual time I wake up since I have to work at the local cafe at 4:30 because of early people in the morning.

I groan and roll out of my bed and hit my floor. "Ow," I moan in pain as I get up from the floor. I brush myself like I was trying to get dirt off me and headed toward my small dresser. I grabbed a white Nirvana shirt and a light pair of faded jeans. I changed into the clothes and walked into my petite kitchen and made myself toast.

The crunchy texture filled my taste buds as the food moves down my throat. I go to my fridge and get a small glass of chocolate milk and drink it down, tasting the chocolate goodness. After I ate I grabbed my school bad and headed towards the door.

I opened the door and cool breezes rushed towards me which made a small shiver run up my spine. The autumn leaves surrounded me as the fell from the tall treetops. The road had only a few leaves while the sidewalkwas full of leaves. I sighed and saw the hazy white mist escape my mouth and retreating to the outside air. I always loved this kind of weather since it was also my parents favorite. Even though they are not here, I still feel closer to them in the orange and red leaves.

I start to walk toward the café with my bag on my shoulder and me whistling a small tune lowly. I have my drivers license, but I have never really favored it. I don't have a car and everytime I'm on the road my mind travels to that one day of horror. I don't to be reminded of that day. The scars of my past will never heal and I intend to keep the scars as invisible as possible.

I reach the cafe and unlock the large glass door of the cafe and walked in. The smell of older coffees and pasteries hovered in the old cafe. The flooring of the cafe was was a dark stained, hardwood floor that has been faded over the years. The walls were a darker caremel with twinkling lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling. The few windows brought in natural light that made the cafe be a little more homey. There were canvsas hung on the wall that were picture of coffee, bread, pastries, and other things that made it seem it more like a coffee shop, than a regular home.

I breathed in the amazing smells and went behind the counter. I grabbed my apron in the back and went the the clear glass door and turned over the Closed sign. I turned back around and went behind the counter. I dug in my pocket for my phone, and sat in a stool that stood there and was never used. I was the only one that used it. I turned on my phone, but that was when I heard the light sound of the bell. I look up and see an old woman.

She looked frail and could get blown away at any moment as she slowly hobbled over to the counter with her large walker. I smiled at her and greeted her, "Hello miss, would you like anything that will suit your needs?"

She smiled back, "Yes, I would like a coffee with a little bit of sugar and a lemon scone," she ordered. Her voice was shaky and a little bit high pitched, but not like a small girl. I smiled and nodded.

"Would you like to take a seat in one of our tables?"

"No thank you."

I nodded in understanding and started the brew the coffee. The steam brushed across my face as I brewed the coffee. I left that to boil and opened the glass container in the counter and grabbed a lemon scone. I handed the scone to her frail, gentle hand and she gave me a heartwarming smile. I smiled back and heard another ring of the bell at the door.

I looked up and saw none other than Sam, the jerk. His brown hair is tossled and there is light, dark circles under is emerald eyes. His eyes made contact with mine and I immediately averted mine. I heard a small chuckle until I heard a loud beep of the coffee machine. I got the coffee and poured the rich smelling drink into a fine paper cup and added a few cubes of sugar.

I covered the cup and handed it to the lady.

"Here you go miss have a nice morning," I said and waved goodbye to her. She smiled and gave me a small gesture of thank you which was putting two dollars in my tip jar.

I smiled so brightly I think the smile could of hit the roof. She waved goodbye and opened the glass door which made the small bell ring. I watched her get into her car, worried that she may blow away.

"So this is where the little ghost works," I heard a low voice remark. I scowl and look in the direction of the voice knowing that it was the one and only bastard. Sam. I kept my composure and sent him a fake smile.

"Hello sir, what can I get you."

"I will have a hot chocolate and a slice of Italian bread."

"Ok, will you like to sit in one of our booths?"

"Sure."

Sam walks off and sits at a lonely booth in a secluded corner. I sigh deeply and start to make the hot chocolate.

I grab the slice of bread and put it on a small plate. I don't know if he needed butter so I cut out a small piece of butter and put it next to the bread. I left the knife on the plate and walked slowly towards the secluded booth. I placed the small plate on the table. And without even looking at Sam I made my way towards my regular spot, by the cash register.

After a few minutes the milk for the bastard's hot chocolate was heated. I mixed the chocolate mix together with the almond milk, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of being surveyed. Before I knew it I was looking in the direction of the secluded booth. As I looked at him with my icy blue eyes noticed that he was staring right at me with an evil smirk on his face. I wanted the smack that smirk right off his face, he was pissing me off so much.

When I finished mixing his hot chocolate I walked over to where he was sitting. I placed the beverage on the wooden booth and started to walk away. I knew he was still watching me, I could almost feel the heat of his intense stare in the back of my head. I walked towards my spot again but still couldn't shake off that feeling. It was pissing me off, why was he watching me? Did I have something on my back?

So I turned around immediately and gave him my best scowl. "Why are you staring at me?" I questioned with a stern voice. There was no one else in the cafe, so I don't have to worry. Even if there was someone to walk in I can always act like it never happened. I waited for an answer, but I never got one. He was still staring at me right into my eyes. His green eyes piercing into my soul. He had a certain glint in them, but I can't pin point it since I have almost literally no experience with people. It's disturbing me so I walked closer to him slowly. I halted when I was a yard or two away from him. And because he was sitting I was towering over him, making me feel dominant and more confidant.

I glared down at him with my eyes narrowed, " Let me say this one more time. Why are you watching me?" I questioned one more time, but this time my voice felt like venom in my mouth. The words that came out of my mouth surprised me a little, but I was pissed off so this is the only way to get an answer from him.

Sam smirked and stood up, which made me start to feel helpless and weak. He towered over me. Since I was 5'3 I am guessing he is probably 6 foot, since when I look straight ahead, I'm staring right at his chest. I wanted to stay strong so I looked up at him with my eyes in slits. I felt so angry. He doesn't have to test my anger.

I stood there, keeping my ground until he started talking. "Do you really want to know why I was staring at you?" he asks. I only nod, making brown hair wave at him. And with a quick movement his large hand gently cups my face. I was so confused so I looked up at him.

I would never expected what he said but he did.

"You interest me little ghost," he whispers into my ear.

Huh?