Waiting For Nothing

Chapter 3: The Death of My Persona

Chapter 3: The Death of My Persona

I had come to two conclusions:

1. I was crying uncontrollably.

2. I did not know where I was.

Let me explain.

After completely zoning out the world and driving endlessly around, I had reached a quiant diner with the name of "Henry's". It seemed like there was just a few people here, but no one paid attention to me, when I parked my truck and banged my fists on the steering wheel repeatedly, causing the horn to go off.

If anyone did notice, they didn't care or were too busy stuffing their faces.

I hadn't driven that far; just like ten minutes out of town. So before you freak out I'm going to tell you that this is not going to turn into some horror movie where I get murdered and then my family tries to figure out who murdered me.

Which by the way, I'm pretty sure if I were to be murdered I would probably be killed by a hobo.

Turning down my radio, I shut off the truck and almost instantly regretted it as heat filled the cab. Sighing, I reached into my bag and pulled out my wallet. Then I trudged out of my truck, locked it, and then went into the diner.

The smell that greeted me made my mouth water. It was a mix of blueberries and bread, plus a light smell of coffee. The lights in the diner weren't blinding, but rather soft, and comfortable. It looked very old-fashioned and everybody had a smile on their faces.

There weren't a lot of workers. Just two waitresses, two cooks, and one busboy.

One of the waitresses, a tall girl with blonde hair came up to me smiling, "Just one, hon?" I nodded silently returning her smile. She waved for me to follow her over to the counter. "Is the counter ok?"

"Just fine. Thank you." I smiled slightly as she placed a menu down in front of me. I ordered a coke, and she left to go get it.

As I looked through the menu, my gaze focused on the words: Blueberry Pie. It just sounded amazing, plus you could tell that everything was fresh because of the smell that drifted through the diner.

The waitress came back and placed the coke down in front of me. She watched as I closed the menu, taking it as a sign that I was done.

"So what would you like, hon?"

"A slice of blueberry pie." I handed her back the menu.

"Great choice. It'll be out in a few." She took the menu from my hand and walked off, shouting the order at the cooker.

"Jeez, Sal, you need to learn how to lower that voice of yours!" He grumbled loudly.

I laughed quietly, resting my head on one of my hands, and then I stirred the straw around in my drink. I let my mind drift off to the night that my life was ruined.

+Flashback+

The bell woke me up from my nap in Algebra 2, causing me to exclaim loudly. I grabbed my belongings as people glared at me for making a commotion.

I was almost out of the school doors, when an arm roughly grabbed mine and yanked me back. I felt a rush of fear swirl in my chest as I was turned around to face the person that grabbed me.

"What do you want, Chase? I haven't done anything!" I stomped my foot in an attempt to hide my fear.

He sneered at me and shoved me against a locker, "Just your existence pisses me off."