Finding You

Chapter seven: Someone New

Park's POV:
I didn't realize I had fallen asleep by the time I heard another knock on my door. I don't wanna say come in. I didn't want anyone around me at all anymore. I wanted to die in my sleep, and then maybe I wouldn't have to wake up and be here anymore. Sure enough it was Aaron. I could hear it from the way she spoke into the stone door. "Park are you up," she whispered lightly into the door. I didn't know what time it was, or if it was still light outside. I figured it'd been late due to that fact I haven't eaten all day, and when I got here it was midday. I've taken a couple naps now and haven't seen anything but black. Figures I don't deserve to see any pictures emulated inside my head. I was slowly breaking all I would have would be nightmares. That's all I deserve...I'm a monster. Maybe I don't deserve to be here because of my mom. Maybe it's because I destruct everything that comes near me. Even when they are only here to help me. She opened the door although I didn't answer. I was crying half in a daze of my own guilt. She ran to the beside immediately after noticing me. She didn't bother to shut the door or even turn on the light, she just clung to me immediately. "Park are you alright hunny?" She questioned panicking. I sniffled quietly. She just sat there waiting for the same confident response like when we met. "Yes ma'am," I replied softly. She grinned very slightly. I didn't move I stayed laying flat on my stomach, turned in the direction where she couldn't see my face. She's already seen me cry three times, and I've only been here barley a day. You can't tell time in here. I can't even see the sun! "Park...love it's time for dinner," she said into my left ear. I sat up and began to wipe my face urgently. She pulled her cardigan sleeve over her hand and assisted me. I didn't want her to see my cry anymore. I'm stronger than this. Park stop lying to yourself...you're as weak as they come. I stood up readjusting the blue clothing I had on. She looked at me smiling. I guess she expected me to smile back, so I gave her a toothless grin in hope that would work. She took my hand and lead me out the room and down a hall. Then we came to a flight of stairs. Down the stairs we went, to another long hallway, and the finally in front of two large glass doors. The words CAFÉ we're boldly glowing into the dim hall. I was right by the way. It actually was dark out. I walked in expecting the room to be filled at least with more than 20 people. Turns out I was very very wrong. There were only about ten not including myself. You'd think with all these rooms there would be more people lingering about. "You can go get your food now," she said awkwardly. "Oh," I said startled,"yea I'll go now." For some reason my legs felt bruised all over. Probably because of the medicine that hasn't quite found it's way out my body. I limped walking my way to the bar on the other side the room. Small steps...small steps. That's what I kept telling myself so I didn't wipe out on the floor. The server behind the counter was a lot older then most of the people I'd seen around here. She was Irish! I could tell because she had cherry blonde hair, and she had the most gorgeous blue eyes. "What would you like dear?" She asked politely smiling from ear to ear. You could tell she loves what she does. "What are you serving?" I asked respectfully back. She looked down to check like she'd forgotten. "Red beans and rice dear," she giggled at herself. I began to chuckle too making her smile only grow larger. "I'll have that," I said through my laughter. She placed clear plastic gloves onto her hands. Her movements were slow and calm. She picked up a bowl from by side, and began to prepare it for me. "Here you are hun," she said handing me the bowl, a spoon, and a napkin. "Thank you," I smiled accepting what she'd been handing me. "Enjoy," she winked and turned around heading back into the kitchen. I found a table in the corner. Just perfect! Then I can't be noticed. I placed the napkin under the bowl, and began stirring the beans and rice together. "Hi," a voice said shyly behind me. I looked back to see a girl about my age. She was a beautiful mocha color, and her eyes were caramel brown. She had short dark brown hair that fell to her shoulders. "Hhh...hi," I replied stuttering. She was so pretty why in the world would she be talking to me. She blushed lightly although I couldn't quite see it, her face lit up with excitement when I replied. "May I sit with you?" She asked. This time I noticed she had an accent. "Yes you may," I replied,"and maybe you can tell me where you're from, because you're accent is beautiful." She again blushed and sat across the table from me. "I'm from Germany," she said giggling. Her laugh was cute. "Germany," I remarked," I should've been born there." She looked at me confused. "The women are beautiful," I added after a moment. Her smile now went from ear to ear. "I should've been born in America," she said, "the boys are the sweetest and most handsome." My face began to heat up, and I knew it was red. She giggled again blushing herself. "Wie ist dein name?" She asked me. I was so confused as to what she just said. She looked at me puzzled as if she thought I was ignoring her. Then she must have realized that I didn't understand,because she quickly rephrased,"what's your name?" Then I snapped back into reality. I'd been staring into her eyes for far too long. "My name is Park," I replied quickly. She giggled again. There's is something about her laugh that just draws me to her. "What's your name?" I asked her politely. She looked down at her lap,"my name is Florence." I reached across the table with open palms. When she'd finally looked up she placed her hands into mine. Her hands were so small, but the fit perfectly into mine. "You're name is beautiful," I whispered to her. She smiled and then stared into my eyes. I couldn't do anything but stare back. She's so pretty. So so so so so pretty. She let go and plopped herself now into the seat next to me. I grabbed her hand again. She laid her head onto my shoulder gently. "Why are you here?" She asked faintly. I sighed,"my mom thinks this will fix my depression and make me normal." She sat straight up. "Don't you believe not a word she says Park!" She said frustrated. I looked at her shocked. "I know Florence," I paused to face her, "my problem doesn't define me." She smiled. Good lord when she smiles she looks even cuter. "Why are you here?" I politely asked her. She began to tear up and then stopped. "My daddy," she said glumly. I hugged her. She was so tiny and yet so strong. "I don't need to know why sugar," I whispered into her ear, "you're beautiful no matter what it is regardless." She let go and smiled once again. Then she took my hand and walked me to the glass door where we would have to depart. "Good night," I told her when we stepped outside the door. "Gute Nacht," she replied. Then just before I walked away she grabbed my hand again. She stood on her tippy toes and kissed me gently on the cheek. Then she was gone walking quickly down the hall. I walked the same route I had come back to my room. When I got inside, I climbed into bed. Maybe it won't be so bad here after all.
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To be continued...