Dark Dream || An E'Last Fanfic

DAY 3

DAY 3

Date: Feb 5

Emotion: Uneasy..

Dear diary,

It's my first time going out since I was given this stupid project. I had to, because  ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶b̶o̶r̶e̶d̶  I didn't have food. So I went to the grocery store, wanting to find something good to eat. I collected the items I needed, then proceeded to the checkout line, where I waited for some time.

When I got to the front of the line, I saw him.

He was the cashier, going about his business and scanning everything that needed to be done for the customers waiting. He wasn't doing anything wrong, he wasn't even looking at me, but even just glancing in his direction had my heart palpitating and my palms sweating.

At first, I wasn't sure why. He was just some cashier; what was there to be afraid of?

But when I got to the front of the line, I realized that my nervousness wasn't baseless.

He's tall. Much taller than I am, but I've never been good at guessing specific heights. All I know is he towers above me like some sort of twisted tree, at least two heads above my height. He has pale skin that held an almost unearthly glow in the unnatural lighting of the supermarket. It's a stark contrast against the rest of his features.  ̶T̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶l̶o̶o̶k̶ ̶b̶l̶a̶c̶k̶  His eyes are a dark color, and his hair is the shade of midnight. He has a mouth that, when it's open, looks as dark as his hair. Sharp teeth and a sharp tongue, piercing eyes, the kind of jaw that could cut paper.  ̶H̶e̶ ̶l̶o̶o̶k̶s̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶s̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶d̶r̶a̶w̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶k̶i̶d̶  He looks.. Off. Like something about him is wrong. I can't put my finger on what it is, though.

When I got to the front of the line, he smiled at me.

I can't think of a single smile I've hated seeing more than that one.

It was terrifying.

It didn't reach his eyes, making them stand out in an emotionless, almost lifeless fashion. His eyes didn't blink, either. They held a glassy sheen to them that almost made them look fake.

He looks like a living nightmare.

He has a large tattoo across his neck, a clutter of random letters that stood out to me. Strangely, it was more calming to stare at the tattoo rather than look at his face, so I chose to focus on that when interacting with him. He must have noticed my staring, because he spoke out of nowhere and told me that the tattoo represented his mom's birthday. That confused me even further, so I asked him why he would represent it with letters instead of numbers. At this, he chuckled, (a shallow, haunting sound,) and explained that the letters were  ̶r̶o̶m̶u̶n̶   ̶r̶o̶a̶m̶i̶n̶   ̶r̶o̶m̶a̶n̶  romin numerals. I don't know what that is, but at that moment, I decided I'd refer to him as Romin. Or at least I would in my head, because it made him seem a little less scary.

Once he finished scanning my items and I paid, I ran out of the supermarket as fast as I could without looking like a maniac. As I was leaving, I swear I could feel his eyes on me. It made the hair on the back of my neck stand up, made my lungs stop doing their job.

He was a monster.

I'll be happy if I never have to see him again.

He was intimidating and daunting, and now that I'm home, all I want is to forget about our encounter.

Staring at the wall usually does well to get my mind off things.

Signed,

Me.