Insane

Chapter One

I set down the last box of my belongs inside the moving van and turned around to take one last look at the house that I had lived in for as long as I could remember. An ocean of memories suddenly flowed through my mind and I was caught in the current. I was basking in the memories, until I suddenly felt myself drowning at the realization that this was the place where my mother was murdered. Those happy moments could not cover up the fact that my house was a crime zone. I turned back around, only to find my dad talking at rapid speed on the phone with one of his business partners. Suddenly, my father's talking turned into yelling. I stood there at watched him a little, not a bit surprised at the turn of events. When he saw me watching him, he paused for a minute and told me to get in the car. I looked out my window to see that he had closed his phone, but I knew that the call was not over. 

As soon as the moving van had pulled into the driveway of our new housee, my father started his yelling again. I decided to let him continue his rambling while I went and explored the place. This house was nothing like our old one. While our previous house was secluded and private, this house was in the city and we actually had neighbors. However, it was hard to tell what the inside looked like, considering the fact that there were boxes everywhere. I soon exited the house because I didn't want there to be another murder, this time by box. When I was back outside, I found that my father wasn't. He probably went off to finally settle things with whoever he was talking to previously. I knew that waiting for him to come back wouldn't be the best choice because he often left for days at a time, so I wandered off into the city to find something to do.

It was rush hour and people passed me by speedier than my father would talk on the phone. Overwhelmed by how far I had walked, I decided to stop at a cafe on a nearby street corner. The cafe was one of those nostalgia 50's diner sort of places and business definitely wasn't booming. I took a seat at one of the tables and finally realized why my dad had chosen to move here. Not a single person looked up at my presence, most of the waitresses didn't even care to move at the sight of me. Nobody knew who I was and in a way I kind of liked that. 

Back in Westchester, whenever I entered a public place people would immediately start whispering to each other. They would say things like, "That's Natalia King, you know, the girl who's mother got killed." People would hand me things like food and money and pursuade me to take it. My only purpose in life seemed to be the girl everyone took pity on. In New York, not a single person had given me money. In fact, some people asked me for some. 

"Miss?" a young waitress called.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was lost in thought." I replied.

"Lost in thought," the waitress said chuckling , "happens a lot here in the city. I'm Amanda, by the way. I always forget to introduce myself."

"Hi Amanda, my name's Natalia." 

"Anything I can get for you today Natalia?" 

"Oh, sorry about that. Can I have a small cup of coffee and a blueberry croissant?" 

"No problem, it'll be right out."

As soon as Amanda left to put in my order, a boy about my age rushed in. "Maybe I was wrong about them not having business," I thought. The boy walked straight up to my table. At first, I thought that I was getting the hang of the making friends thing, but I was soon proven wrong.

"Who's this?" the boy asked.

I heard a few thuds coming from the kitchen, followed by a loud "Shit!"

"Natalia." I answered.

"Well Natalia, what are you doing at my table?" the boy asked, a little bit of fury in his tone.

"Just waiting for some coffee and a crossaint." 

"This is my table." 

"Is it? Well, there are another nineteen available. I think you should start getting used to sitting at another one." 

 The boy turned around and placed his hands on his hips. I could feel like he was really getting pissed off now. In a sense, I really didn't mind. He turned back around and scowled at me, before proceeding to sit down at another table. I couldn't help but smile at my victory. Amanda walked out a few moments later with my coffee and croissant. "I apologize in advance for Elliott." she said with a smile and then proceeded to walk back into the kitchen. I took a sip of my coffee. "Elliott.." I whispered.