Wrath Of God

Chapter 3: 'The time my life changed'

I woke up in a cold sweat. I had had a nightmare, same one as every night. The one where I’m watching my father kill my mother. It was a memory that never left me and haunted my dreams. It was still dark. I got up and stretched. I brushed my hair back out of my eyes with my hand and walked to the bathroom. All the other kids were still asleep and the orphanage was quiet. I loved the silence. It was so peaceful in the early mornings.

I opened the tap and splashed some cold water on my face, so refreshing.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I had dark black hair that had grown long.

I had dark rings under my eyes and my skin was a pale white. I was tall and skinny.

I did not have the friendly nice guy look. How I looked echoed my personality. I wanted to be left alone. I was one of those people that when mothers walked past me they walked a little faster. I smiled a wicked smile then my face went back to its bland faraway look.

I headed for the shower and started getting ready for another day of the same thing as every day.

“So that will be one coke, two chocolate milkshakes, one tea with two sugars and a lager?” I do not think my voice could sound more disinterested than it was.

Every day was the same, nothing ever changed. I felt like a robot, like the life I was living was not my own. Something was missing, I knew it. I felt empty, so incredibly empty. Was this truly my purpose in life? I was not happy and had to find ways to keep myself from giving up on life completely. I’ve heard someone say that misery loves company.

So that’s what I did. I watched the people that came in the restaurant. I studied them and speculated on their shortcomings in life and the problems they were having.

That is how it started. After a while I started noticing more and more.

I started imagining their fears, their hopes and aspirations. I studied what emotions they were feeling and speculated as to what caused those emotions. Everyday this is what I did and every day I seemed to learn more about the human race.

I studied the people I was serving. The coke was for the boy. He looked about fourteen years old, he was thin and scrawny and wore glasses. He wore a checkered shirt and jeans.

He looked uneasy, like he’d rather be in front of a computer than here with his parents around people. My guess was that he was intelligent and shy and wished he could talk to girls but he just can’t. He was also probably the school bullies play toy. The chocolate milkshakes were for the two nine-year-old girls. They both wore pink, they both had blonde hair in pigtails and they both had that look of false innocence. They were probably over pampered by their mother and in her eyes they could do no wrong.

I guess they bully the boy more than the bigger kids at school.

Mother drank the tea, she was obviously a tightly wound control freak. She wore a grey dress with a small floral pattern and had small silver ear-rings. Everything about her was bland and controlled. Color was obviously just for her little girls. She had a sharp mousy face and looked like a principal of a school. She was defiantly the one who made the decisions in the family and they all had to do as she said.

This explained the depressed look on the man's face. He was overweight with graying hair, and I do not think that lager was the first he had today.

The days at Luigi’s were very much the same. Every day I served families of all types and every day I studied people. I analyzed them by the way they spoke and moved.