I'll Write Again

Entry 9

Dear Diary,

I was almost caught. It isn't easy to carry around bags, especially when they weigh more than I do. 

Today, I went to the coffee shop, and there she was again, working behind the counter. As beautiful as ever, her vigilant eyes fluttered quickly at all the different people, each glance different from the other. Sometimes she batted her eyes quickly, a small curve on her lips. Sometimes she narrowed her eyebrows and squinted her eyes, keeping her lips pressed together. 

However, when she spoke to me, her eyes shined brightly, gentle innocence beaming through. Innocence was what I loved most. Innocence was glorious.

"Hello!" She piped up as I walked to the counter, her teeth showing beneath her lips. "What can I get for you today? If you buy a wrap, we'll give you a free caramel macchiato." 

Keeping my eyes hidden from her view, I stared straight at her button nose, adrenaline coursing through my veins. She was so small, so delicate. A little snap and she would be broken. Her nose was a prime example of that. 

"Um..." Her eyebrows crinkled as her smile waned away. "Are you all right?"

Realizing that I had not spoken and was being expected to do so, I forced myself to open my mouth and let out a few words. "Ah, yes. I'm fine."

"Would you like anything from our menu?" She probed slowly. While her expression hadn't changed, her chin had slanted down, allowing her eyes to observe what was in front of her. I still wonder...was she possibly watching me? Did she like what she saw?

"No." I spoke simply, honestly. She should know how I felt. After all, she is to be my next. Maya will be thrilled to meet her. 

"Oh." Her spectacular voice dipped as she took a step back, an uncomfortable smile settling on her lips. "Well, then, enjoy your day."

And this time, even though I was not expected to speak, I let my mouth move. "Thank you. I'll be back."

She gave me a cute little nod, before rushing off to the kitchen, temporarily out of my sight. 

Her words spoke volumes to me. I did what she asked me to do. I enjoyed my day. I stood at the counter all day and waited for her to come out, but it looked like she had left. Eventually, I came back, and now I'm writing this. 

But, of course, I'll see her again. She knew I was going back to visit her. Perhaps I will go tonight. She told me to enjoy my day. Tonight, maybe she'll like to know about how I did that. 

I think I'll pay her a good visit tonight. I think I'll do that. 

I need my pills. 

I'll write again. 

Author's Note

My goodness, I feel so creepy writing this thing. I promise, guys, I'm not like this character. This is just the really, really, dark, deep, twisted, side of my brain spilling fears of mine in a form of a diary. 

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