Lonely Heart

IV. Overnight

-"So you work here?" He asks in a somewhat disinterested tone. 'Did he lost interest in me?' Just as I think that my chest starts hurting. 'Wha...what's wrong with me?'

-"Yes..." I finally answer

-"Hmm...I wouldn't have pictured you for a working person but then again I can see you wanting to become independent as soon as possible." He says slightly more lively. 'Hah, if only that were the case.'

-"So anyway, how can I help you?" I ask trying to change the subject.

-"You sure act nicer, I guess you can't be mean to costumers at work." At that comment I drop my head. "I'll keep it a secret."

-"Huh?"

-"About you working here, I'll keep it a secret. You look like you don't want others to know so..." 'He will, for real? Ah, he saw right through me again.' "But, only if you give me your cellphone number." 'I knew there was a catch but...' Even as he said that his face was just as sad although he tried to force a smile.

-"Fine, but if you tell anyone I work here you will regret it."

-"Deal. So?"

I let out an exasperated sigh before finally giving him my number. After that I ask:

-"So what do you want to buy?"

-"Oh, right. I actually came to get something my mother ordered, here's the title." He hands me a piece of paper with something written on it. I read it and I give him the package. He pays for it then leaves. 'Ok, was it just me or something seamed awfully wrong with him...Wait! Why do I care?' After that the rest of my working hours passed unnoticed and before I knew it, it was time to go home.

As I am heading home from my job I see Mark in the distance, 'He doesn't look too good and unlike before, when he looked sad, now he looks sick.' I see him walking from side to side and since my home is in the same direction I approach him:

-"Hey, are you ok?" I ask out of courtesy.

He turns around and looks at me, or tries to look at me, 'Is he drunk?' Once I reach him I can feel the smell of alcohol, 'Ugh...stinks, his definitely drunk.' Just then I see him lose his footing and grabbing me for balance, 'Heavy!' and then he faints. 'And just what am I supposed to do now? I can't just leave him here now can I, someone might robe him or worse. If only I knew where he lives.' I let out an exasperated sigh, I pick him up and start walking towards my place. (I can't believe it either)

Once I finally get home, after a long struggle, I place him on the sofa in the living room, take off his jacket and put a blanket over him. 'He seems to be sound asleep...I should probably go wash my makeup and get changed.' That's what I think and that's what I do. When I'm done I come back in the living room. 'What should I do? I can't possibly go to sleep knowing he's here.'

-"I know, I'll do some drawing." I say clapping my hands. I go take my sketchbook, some pens, my MP3 and I start drawing. 'I suppose I'll have to stay here since I can't leave him alone but I can at least listen to some music.' After thinking that I start drawing a little guitar and some other instruments along with some music notes and some lyrics from the songs I like, 'I really love music.' Some of my other works include drawings of skulls, animals, sceneries, even people.

One hour later I hear my stomac growl and I go into the kitchen to get some food. Just as I am searching through my refrigerator I hear quick footsteps and feel someone hugging me from behind. I try to turn around but I can't and as I start getting scared the person hugging me whispers slowly into my ear:

-"I love you!" 'Wha...'

Then he bits my ear. 'WHA...' I then finally snap and step on his foot, then when his grip on me lightens I escape and grab a frying pan. Only after do I turn around to see none other than Mark.

-"What the hell do you think you're doing?" But he stays quite looking directly at me with those deep blue eyes, then he falls over me making me hit both the wall and the floor. "What are you..." As I am trembling with anger I hear his breathing get lighter, 'Is he asleep? I wonder if he is still drunk? Hmm...looks like it.' I then let go of the frying pan and take him back to the sofa. (She is considerand and gives up on her desire to hit him)

Then I go back into the kitchen. 'What on earth was that? And why is my damn heart bitting so fast? My face is red too...' I grab a piece of bread and quickly make myself a sandwich. 'I wanna go back in the living room so I can keep an eye out for him but for some reason I'm too embarrassed to go there.'