Deformed Face.

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Chapter 1

I entered the restaurant  with my face covered by the palms of my hands like curtains so he couldn't see my face and through the slight crack in my fingers I managed to make my way through the labyrinth of other tables and over to the where he was sat patiently. The chair opposite him was already pulled out for me and I sat down without taking my hands away. "Hello," he chirped with a full smile on his face. It was like he was pleased to see me, why would he be pleased to see me? I nodded discreetly back at him as a hello. He looked gorgeous as always, his mousey brown hair was swept to one side and his peacock-blue eyes glimmered in the lights of the restaurant. He was dressed in causal indigo jeans and a loose-fitting orange top but one way or another he managed to look like a prince, to me at least.

There was a difficult quietness for a while between us, we used to sit a talk for hours but everything had changed now. Luckily, the awkwardness was soon broken when a tall lanky man dressed in a smart suit came over to our table and asked us what we would like to eat. He ordered his usual burger and chips with a chocolate milkshake but I however didn't order. I couldn't order, how could I possibly eat without taking my hands away from my face? So when his meal came I listened to him slurp his milkshake and chomp his burger and it wasn't long until he'd cleaned his plate. "Thank you," he said as the waiter took away his empty plate and glass and then he turned his focus back to me. "How are you then?" Asking questions was inadequate when it was clear I wasn't going to answer but he persisted to ask. "Have you done anything interesting lately? Have you read any good books?"

"This is ridiculous!" he roared, "Answer me!" I could hear how upset he was about me not talking to him but it wasn't the same anymore. A few years ago I wouldn't have thought twice about responding to him or shielding over my face but since then things have happened which have changed my life and I'm not the same smiling person that I used to be. "Please," he pleaded, tears in his eyes. I hoisted up from my chair; I revolved to face him one last time before walking away. I couldn't bear to face him any longer, it was just too upsetting. He ran after me, even though I'd left him and he confronted me at the side of the restaurant where nobody could see. "Eleanor let me see your face," he said in a soft and calm tone, trying not to upset me anymore than I already was. But I didn't want him to look at me, he might hate me. I could hear the agony in his voice but even that wouldn't persuade me to take my hands away from my face. I wobbled my head from side to side and fought back the tears; I certainly didn't want to cry in front of him either. "Eleanor, Please," I felt his hand trace down my waist and I shivered, immediately stepping back and hitting my back against the wall. He was never going to see my face and it wasn't up for discussion. "It won't change my opinion about you, I love you Eleanor and if you loved me back you'd let me see your face. I'd never leave you, even if you had three heads... which you don't, but that's not the point, just please." A tear dribbled down my face and splashed onto the carpet, he knew how to get to me even though I told myself I wouldn’t cry. I loved him; he knew how much I did and was frolicking with my strings like a puppet. I know what he said was genuine but I still doubted if he would stay with me once he saw my face because deep down I know he'd be horrified.

"No," I muffled through my hands stubbornly and with that I burst through him and out of the restaurant. He looked almost star struck because one, I'd spoken and two, I'd never in my life said no to him. I felt really bad but I knew it was the right thing to do.

I didn't take my hands away from my face until I reached my bedroom and sealed the door. I'd taken down all the mirrors in my bedroom and I'd put up black card against my windows so I couldn't see my reflection. It was hard. I used to try and cover it up with buckets of makeup and layer after layer of foundation in my bedroom but even that didn't help, in fact it just made it worse. My self-confidence had plummeted since and at first I didn't leave my room for a whole year and I wouldn't let anybody in, even my parents. My dad caught a glimpse at my face and he screamed and I locked myself in room again for weeks on end and I wouldn't come out. I couldn't stop crying and I was persistently being sick from the constant tears. I wouldn't eat anything, not even my favourite foods. My mum hired a lady to talk to me but I refused to go anywhere near her. I was so depressed I almost killed myself at one point. But who got me through it?

Him. He would come by my house every single day and sit outside my bedroom door and talk to me about what he'd been up to and everything else that I'd missed. Some days he'd even skip school to spend time with me. Even though he didn't truly see me in person for a whole year and I never said a word back he managed to cheer me up though the obscurest of times. He still hasn't seen my face though. The only person who's seen it is my dad and I don't think I'll ever show it to anyone else, not after his reaction. Not even to him, to Adam. I'm petrified that he won't like me and I cannot bear to lose him, it would break my heart.

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