I'll Write Again

Entry 1

 [Day 1]

Dear Diary,

            I saw her for the first time today.

            I had walked briskly into the new café, trying to hide my face from anyone else's view. My baggy pants and thick sweatshirt were barely enough to cover the fact that I was who I was. If the bald man outside recognized me, he would immediately have my throat slit.

            I was lucky enough to walk inside just as the sun was setting down – the bald guy would never be able to find me in the new café. It was crowded, far too crowded. Almost every table was occupied, filled with people letting out giggles and hoots.

            I had never laughed in my life.

            I grabbed a round wooden seat in the corner, away from the light and the crowd. Pushing my sweatshirt's hood farther down my face, I slumped over, so it seemed like I was asleep, even though I was really just watching everybody.

            That was when I saw her.

            She was facing the other direction, working behind the counter. It looked like she was handling the cash register, and had turned around to look for something. From what I could see, she had long dark brown hair, and a relatively tall figure. She whirled around quickly, a pretty smile on her face, and handed a man a big white box.

            She said something inaudible to him, and then nodded at the next person who stood in line.

            Her face held something I had never experienced before; liveliness. With high cheekbones, gentle lips, and bright brown eyes, she obviously knew exactly what to say in order to keep everyone's spirits cheerful. The next woman she spoke to left the counter with a broad smile.

            I scrutinized her more, my instincts telling me that she was a very beautiful girl. I wasn't quite sure about what would define beautiful, but I could tell that she had the physique to be recognized as one.

            A few minutes later, my table shook heavily, shaking me from my thoughts. Someone was hauling a chair from my table to take to theirs, without asking. A sneer automatically reached my lips, and I set my palms against the wood to stand up and demand they give me back the chair, but then I remembered that I had to stay undercover, otherwise someone would be able to find me.

            The bald man would find me.

            I sent a glare at the person's head, but then settled back down and turned to look at the girl again.

            But she was gone.

            The smooth lumber beneath me seemed colder now, icier as I realized that the reason I had missed her departure was because of the fact that someone had decided to steal a seat from me.

            My fingers tightened into fists, hidden in my pockets.

            This would not end well.

            After I was sure that the bald man had stopped looking for me, I did what I had to do with the person who stole my chair.

            Then I returned home, and now I'm writing in this diary.

            Everything today seems like a blur. I have to see that girl again, somewhere. I need to see her in my dreams. I need to sleep, to rest so I can see her face again.

            I need my pills.

            I'll write again. 

AN// Please vote or comment if you think this deserves it! Creds to xxLiciaPinkxx for the cover above :)