Resisting Sanity

Chapter 3: "Direct Approach."

Chapter 3: "Direct Approach."

Trevor placed the glass of water in front of me and then climbed over the bench, sitting directly across from me as he had a cup of steaming hot coffee in his hands. Trevor took a sip of the coffee and then pursed his lips, that annoyingly perfect smile that was becoming all too familiar plastered on his face.

"Favourite movie?" He questioned as he put the mug down on the table, leaning foward.

I smiled at the random question that he had asked, moving the glass of water away from my lips. "Uh, ..probably The Exorcist." I replied, taking a sip of the cold water. Trevor raised his eyebrows at my unexpected answer. "You're into horror movies?" I pondered on the question before shaking my head no. "Not really. In fact, I hate them. I like old horror movies, though. I guess that's because their not as realistic so they don't scare me as much."

Trevor nodded in understanding.

"What about you?" I rushed before he could fire anymore questions at me. Trevor shrugged. "I like action movies the most, I think."

"Favourite song artist?" He continued to interrogate me. I didn't really mind it to be honest.. I rarely got attention at home from my parents so it was nice to know that someone actually cared. I rolled my eyes and placed my glass back onto the table with a sigh. "I hate that question so much." Trevor tilted his head to the side with a smirk on his face. "And why is that, Leah?" I could almost hear the mockery when he said my name.

"I don't know. It's just I like a lot of singers and bands, I couldn't possibly pick a favourite." Trevor laughed. "Alright, ..fair enough." I watched as an elderly woman walked into the canteen, she struggled as she walked in with her wooden walking stick dressed in nothing but a hospital gown. Without dismissing myself, I stood up from the table and made my way over to her.

"Hi, Do you need any help?" I asked in a gentle voice.

The woman glanced at me with her veiny ocean coloured eyes, her smile lighting up with delight as the gazed at me lovingly. "Oh, Brooklyn!" I gave her a puzzled look. "I'm sorry.. I-"

The woman cut me off by giving me a warm and tight embrace. "Brooklyn, I knew you wouldn't leave me." The old woman cried, endless amounts of tears rolling down her cheeks. Not knowing what to say, I glanced at Trevor. As soon as I looked his way Trevor stood up from the table and walked over to us.

"Hello Mrs. Willers." Trevor greeted her with a warm and soft smile. The woman smiled at Trevor knowingly. "Hello young man. You better be keeping out of trouble.. How's Samantha doing?" A look of pain flashed across Trevor's face. "She's doing good." He told her in a strained voice. The woman laughed, completely oblivious to Trevor's emotions and began to walk over to another table. Trevor scratched the back of his neck as he turned in the opposite direction, sitting back down at the table.

"What was that?" I whispered quietly, somehow thinking that the old woman would be able to hear me from across the other side of the cafeteria. Hell, she barely heard me when I was standing right beside her. Trevor glanced at the woman before giving me a very serious look. "Mrs. Willers has Alzheimer's disease." I gaped at him, a feeling of pity taking over. "That must be horrible for her." I commented as I watched a woman from the canteen walk over to her. "Yeah, she thinks her husband is still alive even though he died two years ago. I'm not sure how it's possible that she remembers me." Trevor replied.

I listened intently. "Who's Brooklyn?" I asked him, still feeling spooked by the fact she thought that I was someone else. Trevor sighed. "Mrs. Willers daughter. She ran away from home when she was sixteen years old." Trevor informed me, chugging down the last sips of coffee he had left. "She's never mistaken anyone for her own daughter before, though."