The Sick Boy (#JustWriteIt)

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Soul's POV

A loud crash from the back pulls me out of my blabbering state. Did I just witness a murder? Was it a murder? No one threatened anyone just an abusive man arguing with his girlfriend and stuffing his face. But then he was just dead, and Wendy knew why! I spin my head to the area where the sound came from. Behind the counter the boy named Finn waves the girl off from before off. She gives him a wink and a big air kiss with her pink plump lips before closing the door completely.

"How is she?" Wendy asks Finn with a polite smile.

"She won't be going dating any douche bags for a while. Not after what I did to her." He smirks. His lips still swollen from kissing the girl, his hazel eyes sparkling with satisfaction. I clear my throat a little trying process what just happened when Finn turns his piercing gaze towards me. "What is she doing here?" His once playful smirk turning into a frown.

"Hmm?" Wendy asks giving him an oblivious stare.

Finn sighs lifting his hand to point right at me. "Her! She shouldn't be here let alone see anything."

Wendy follows his hand towards me and stares for a second while I glare at Finn. I don't know who he thinks he is, but he can't act like I'm a piece of trash. After all I'm the one who should be asking questions. I mean someone just died, right in front of me no less and these psychos are acting like it's nothing! Something finally clicks in Wendy's mind and she realizes what Finn is talking about. Her purple painted lips resemble an "O" shape as she rushes over to me.

"I'm sorry dear! My name is Wendy and that sour apple over there is Finn! We run this diner with our other siblings!" She introduces herself, grabbing a hold on my hands.

That's great but not really the part I'm very interested in right now. "Mm... Soul. My names Soul." I try not to stutter as I look between her and Finn.

There something off about this diner and the two siblings. For one they don't look anything alike. Second, she has a Texan accent and he doesn't. I glance over to where the man had the unexpected heart attack, I jump back in my seat, to my surprise he was gone. The table was clean, everything was gone including the man. Just black booth sitting there like nothing happened. The blinds around the booth where closed and the neon sigh flashed closed as well. My eyes move to the white analog clock on the wall, the clock read seven thirty in the evening. Through my panic state I've completely forgotten that I must be home. I push myself of the stool and slowly make my way to the door.

"Well it's been fun... but my dad wants me home by eight and... well not to sound rude or anything... but you guys kind of creep me out..." I say before pushing the door fully open and make my way outside.

I keep my head down as I rush through the crowd of people still walking the streets. People shoulder bump me trying to get out of the rain. Even though it is the end of September, Cincinnati is already starting to get cold. I throw my jacket over my head in a failed attempt to stay dry. With no idea where I am going, due to my stress and a panic-stricken mind I wander around aimlessly for what seems like hours, at least to me. I stop to look around at my surroundings, only to find that I'm right back in front of the strange diner. The dimly lit sign above the door reads Seven Siblings Cafe.

The rain starts to fall harder and faster as the wind begins to pick up. A storm is coming, it's leaving me no choice but to go back in. Thunder strikes as I stare at the sign, sending a jolt of fear through my spin. There is no way that I am going to be able to make it back home right now, specially in a new place like this. I take a deep breath trying to calm myself and muster up the courage to walk in. I finally get tired of getting poured on and push the door open. The familiar bell chimes signaling my arrival. I look around the diner to see if Wendy is still around. At one of the tables, her and Finn are sitting with three others eating and laughing. Two seats remain empty, one at the head of the table, the other right next to it, each with a plate sat in front of it waiting for someone to come.