Beautiful Delusions

ch1: Its rude to stare you know?

Something seemed different, maybe the air? Maybe the static noise around me caused by the busy streets? Maybe it's because I was cooped up so long in that hellhole? The last on met the difference I felt to a T. I'm just glad to be out, glad that they  deamed me 'mentally stable enough to be released back into society ' even if I have to meet up with a shrink for most of a month.I never thought I would miss the world so much but here I was standing in the middle of the busy city, taking in what I have missed out of for the past five years. It still wasn't the same without her... her smile, her laugh, the way her eyes would sparkle when as she told me about a book she read. It wasn't the same with Khloe...

I stopped my thoughts from carrying me away, not wanting to break down in public. Taking deep breaths trying to steady my racing heart. Trying to remember the promise I made to my sister. She had found me in the study that day. When I woke up I found her crying her eyes out by my hospital bed. She begged me, she made me promise that I'll keep trying, that I'll keep living, that I'll get better. I had never seen her in so much pain, her once cheerful, bright eyes were puffy and dull from crying. It broke my heart to see her in this state because of me. So I did what she asked and I tried and I'm still trying but every day it seems to become more challenging than the next.

I started walking along with the wave of people, not really paying mind where I was walking to, not really caring all that much.

"Ethan." A voices whispered in my ear. I shake my head hoping the voices would fall out. I focus on my feet as I walk instead trying to keep myself sane.

"Ethan, why did you lie?" The voices asked a bit louder causing me to pick up my pace, zigging and zagging through the sea of people.

"You are nothing but a lier!" The voices boomed in my ears, at this point I'm running pass people knocking papers and objects out of their hands but I have no time to stop and excuse myself. I couldn't stop.

"You didn't save her Ethan! You failed!" The voices shouted you into my ear. I fear if I did the voice would catch up and crush me.

"She trusted you Ethan! You're nothing but a failure!" The voices continued to scream causing a painful ringing in my ears to the irrupt.

"You let her down!! Why!?  Just Die! Why?! Just Die! Why?! Just Die! Wh-"

I turn into the nearest building, the aroma of coffee fills my nostrils while the soft music overpowered by the chatting of other customers hum in my ears. I exhaled through my mouth letting out a deep sigh. The voice stopped, it was completely silent in my head for the first time in five years...it was quite. No other voice except mine, it was weird but felt amazing. They always lingered in the back of my head, I tried my best to ignore them
but it gets hard at times when they go from a faint whispers to ear piercing screams.

I walked up to a empty table in the corner of the room by the window. I took a seat observing the atmosphere of the coffee shop, it was something that I learned to do for most of my teens. Just sit back and watch, I wasn't the social type and nobody really interacted with me so I always kept to myself for a long time till of course I met Khle-

"Welcome to Time Piece may I take your order?" I turn my attention up towards the mono tone voice.

I clear my throat before speaking to the waitress. Her light brown hair messily tied up in a bun. "Yes Kate-" I read her name tag "can I have the expresso please?" She scribbles down my order on a notepad.

"Will that be all?" She asked rather bored tone fitting her appearance well.

"Yes, thank you." I said pressing my lips into a thin line giving her a tight smile. She walked towards the table across from mine and asked the same mono tone question as before.

"Yes, a cappuccino please?" A soft, feminine voice answered. I turn my head towards the table in front of me. A girl roughly the same age of me gave the waitress a bright smile, flashing her perfectly white teeth. It seemed as the dully light room along with the moody waitress seemed to brighten up with her smile.

"Coming right up." The waitress replied giving a soft smile to the girl before walking to another table asking the same question.

She reached into her bag pulling out a sketchpad and a pencil along with an eraser. Her bright smile fading into a soft pout while she concentrated on what she was doing. My eyes lingered on her taking in the sight she was. She had this shy, quite demeanor and seem quite fragile but she radiated confidence and power. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulder on to her oversized sweater. I could tell how petite she was due to the fact that her sweater looked like a dress on her and her feet only grazed the ground when she sat on the chair. Her slightly tanned complexion suited the warm colours she was wearing, giving her this cuddly look. Her
doe eyes were farmed by thick lashes. She was undeniable beautiful.

I sat there like a creepy stalker just staring at her for what felt like eternity. She looked so serious concentrating on her sketchpad. She seemed so devoted to what she was drawing, I could tell she loved every moment of it by how her eyes sparkled at the page.

"Here's your order." The waitress said sliding the tiny cup of coffee in front of me before walking off to the table in front of me. Just like before her mood completely changed from her bored and sleepy posture to wide awake and bubbly.

"Here you go, enjoy your coffee." The waitress said carefully placing the cup down on the table. The girl gave her a soft thank you, smiling up at the waitress.

I brought the porcelain cup to my lips blowing softly on the hot liquid. I take sip letting the rich liquid flow across my taste buds. It feels like forever since I had a cup, that damn mental hospital only ever served cold green tea. It was hard adjusting to it, I had been drinking coffee since I was little. My dad and I would have own cup of Joe along with the daily newspaper every morning, it was fun while it lasted...

The soft clink of glass brought me out of my thoughts. My eyes dart up to the girl in front of me, she was packing away her book. Had I been in my thoughts for so long? Or had she rushed her cup of coffee? My brows furrowed at her out of character behavior, she was more rushed and jumpy taking out some cash to pay. Than she stopped and looked up at me, I didn't avoid her gaze or act like I wasn't being a creep and staring her down this entire time. The corners of her mouth turned up giving me a soft smile before getting up and walking away. Giving me a wink before exiting through the door.

"Ethan..." The voices returned. The silence was nice while it lasted.

I finished my coffee placing some cash underneath the cup for the waitress. I got up and walked over to her table on my way out, but something caught my attention. Neatly placed on her table was a sketch of me, the amount of detail she put into it was extraordinary. Every pencil line seemed precise but I had not once seen her look up at me. Strange? Maybe when I was in deep thought she would glance up at me? I take the paper giving it closer inspection scanning it over with my eyes. I could feel my eyes widen as I read the text on the bottom right hand corner of the page.

"It's rude to stare you know @_@" -M.L.

A smile crept on my face at her childish act. I folded the piece of paper stuffing it into my pocket, before heading towards the door.

My hand lingered on the door handle, part of me didn't want to leave the coffee shop. "You're really something aren't you M.L?" I whisper to myself before reluctantly letting go of the handle.

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