Voice Mail

Voice Mail - Four

I got out of the building and walked down the street. Finding a place to keep my mind off from wondering about who left that mysterious voice mail.

But it seems like I can't stop thinking about it. Who was that? I just heard it sniffed and sobbed, that's all. It doesn't even said a thing. I'm not even sure if it's a guy or a girl.

I tried calling it back a thousand times but it's not working. It was like broken on the other side. I can receive a message but I can't leave a message to whoever it was. What's wrong with that telephone? And whose telephone was that? Was it there before I got on that room?

"Ugh!!" I yanked my hair causing it to get messy and shook my head violently.

"Stop thinking about it!" I told myself.

Some people I passed by were looking at me strangely. I smiled at them and walked faster.

Pulling the map out of my pocket, I looked through it and turned to the right. I walked into a small pathway leading to a shop. I opened the door and a strong aroma of coffee filled my nose. The place was full of people busily chatting and drinking. Mindlessly minding their own life.

I stood by the door just looking at the people. Deciding if I should walked in or go home. Staring to an unknown faces gives shiver to my skin. It seems like I was not used to see a lot of breathing creature, humans.

"Are you going in or not?" A deep voice startled me making me literally jumped. I whirled around and I came face to face with his chest. I moved my head up, looking at his face. His brows frowning, he looked pissed.

"Sorry." I mumbled quietly. I stepped aside to give him space, after that I moved my feet and went to the counter. I didn't saw that guy though. I don't know where he went.

"Hi, ma'am what's your order?" A young woman with a thick British accent asked. Her face was caked with make up.

"Frappé." I answered shortly.

"Name?"

"M-Millie."

She scribbled my name on the cup and smiled.

"We'll just call you, if it's ready."

I nodded curtly.

"Hi sir, the usual?" I heard her asked while I turned around and find myself a seat.

I slumped down on the chair and waited for my name to be called. The man I somehow bumped earlier was seated on the other table, facing me. Tapping furiously on his phone. His eyebrows knitted together, seems like he was on an argue to whoever it is.

He was wearing a Nirvana shirt showing his toned muscled arms. Though I can't see his face clearly, I noticed that his eyelashes were long. I wish mine were like that.

His eyes twitched. He ruffled his hair and stopped tapping. Putting aside his phone, he slowly lifted his head and I shifted my gaze somewhere in the room.

"Done checking me out?" He asked, lifting his nose.

I arched a brow.

"Excuse me?" I said raising my voice a bit.

"I'm not checking you out." I defended myself and crossed my arms over my chest.

"I know I'm handsome so.. Yeah keep on staring." He showed me his pearly white teeth as he confidently folded his arms, copying my action.

I was about to say something when the woman from the counter called my name. I stood up, not breaking eye contact with him.

"Millie, nice name."

"Asshole." I mumbled under my breath. He seemed to hear it cause he chuckled.

"I'm Ashton not asshole, babe." A big naughty smile was plastered on his almost perfect face.

"Close enough." Now it's my turn to smirk.

He opened his mouth but his phone rang. He picked it up and stood up. He intentionally bumped my shoulder harshly when he walked past me.

I glared at him, hard. If only looks could kill he possibly be laying on the floor right now.

"My bad." He mouthed, smirking.

What a child.

He seems like enjoying it and he's ruining my day but thanks to him though, I forgotten that voice mail for awhile. After I got my coffee, even though my name on the cup was misspelled, I stormed out of the shop.

Sipping to my coffee as I walk, I pulled my sleeves down to my wrist to hide the ugly scars. The scars that will never be remembered anymore, and my dark past, whatever it was will be buried forever.

I sat on a wooden bench that had been seated by a lot of people from the day it was built. There was a good sight from my view, a purple-orange clouds were perfectly painted on the sky. One of Gods creation, reminding that the day will end soon.

I saw a flock of birds freely flying from above the setting of the sun. The're so blessed that they can fly and go to wherever place they wanted. There was one bird that was left behind and was catching up to the others. I almost smiled as I thought it was like me. Left behind in this cruel, unforgiving world.

I stayed longer as I expected as the sun was nowhere in sight.
I should go home and rest. I thought.

Staring at the misspelled name on my cup, I stood up and started to walk home. I don't know if I should call it a home. A home consists of a family, happy and living together but I'm just lonely and alone. Fighting this battle on my own, learning to live alone. Where are they when I needed them most in this heart chattering chapter of my life? Nowhere. They sent me here.. away from them.

I felt my chest tightening at the thought. I wiped the tear that was rolling down on my cheek with the back of my hand. I should absolutely stop crying it makes me feel vulnerable and weak.

I kept on walking until I feel that someone was trailing me. It was dark on the street where I'm now and I can't barely see a thing. My heart started to pound frantically in my chest, that suddenly it's harder to breathe.

I swallowed hard, not daring looking back and took a giant steps.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

I keep on chanting over in my head.

Am I going to die now?

I keep walking faster until I feel like I was running.

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