By the ocean there is a bar… They called it Hannah’s Roadhouse once… I don’t know what they call it anymore. I just knew that she’d come and bring that thing with her. That thing that to me, was so precious, so deeply moving that just looking at it would blind me. But I had to have it and I knew that I couldn’t have it if she didn’t show up today…
There she was red hair with a slight orange fleck in the ocean’s sunrise, she wasn’t old, in fact, she was new, as if reborn, and she didn’t see me as she opened the door to the bar. I let her walk, I had no plans. She bought two drinks and sat at the bar…
The bar was humming with people talking, all these people oblivious to the pure un diluted power that was sitting at the bar, my eyes didn’t move from her for a long time, I barely blinked, my mind moving a mile a minuet trying to figure the best way I could approach her and take what I wanted.
Why did she buy two drinks? I asked myself, she was obviously expecting company, was this other person as talented as she was? Could they maybe help me with what I wanted, so I waited as did she, I don’t know how long for, I was too preoccupied with her, what could she teach me? I believed for so long that I was the only one, the only one with… this illness.
I couldn’t take it anymore I needed to talk to her, I stood up from my table, my legs shook which caused me to nearly fall back down, as I walked over to her my footsteps on the cold, rotting, wooden floor echoed through the whole place, this made me nervous, that feeling that all eyes were on me took over, I reached out to get her attention, but as I did her head turned to the door and a short time later in came a tall figure.
He was quite young; probably the same age as her, his ear length hair, parted down the middle was a lighter brown, and thick, he was in a beautiful leather jacket and light blue jeans that covered his boots up to the sole, the one thing that puzzled me about this man was his glasses, they were red lenses with a silver edge… this isn’t what puzzled me but the fact that the bar was much darker than outside and even though it must have been quite hard to see in there he did not remove them.
She smiled at him, he returned the gesture and made his way over to the bar where she sat and I stood, I hastily turned to the women behind the bar, and ordered another drink, as I waited I could here the two talking beside me…
“Your late Scott.”
“I’m sorry Jean, the professor needed me.”
“Again? What did he want this time?”
“ Lets not discuss that here, why did you want to meet me?”
“For old times sake Scott.”
She laughed and he smiled, this is ridiculous I thought, I need to talk to her, why am I so afraid? I turned and addressed them both
“H-h-h- hello, umm I’m sorry to interrupt but I need to talk with…”
“Beat it, can’t you see we’re talking?”
“Err..?”
“Scott! Don’t be rude, I’m sorry sweetie, what was it you wanted?”
I couldn’t believe it; finally I could get some help or advice, I looked at him there was a irritated look on his face, I wondered if he would get mad if I brought my illness up, maybe they didn’t want people to know about her or even him?Id seen her do it… move things without touching them, I used to see her skipping stones on a secluded area of the beach, the stones would lift up in front of her and would shoot off in to the sea on there own.
“Ah so that was you?”
“What!?”
“Watching me all those times.”
“Err… I… umm”
How did she know? She never saw me… I never thought she did anyway, I looked at the man again he didn’t look irritated anymore… just angry.
I turned to him and pleaded my innocence.
“It was nothing like that!” I stammered looking in to his glasses.
I turned back to her,
“I couldn’t help but notice you have… “
“The gene?” she answered.
“Umm… yes?”
“Your very observing.”
They both laughed and began to leave, .I felt like such an idiot, what could I do? There at the door, I need to think quick, there gone, I ran out after them.
“I’M LIKE YOU!”
They turned and looked at me, I ran over to them.
“I need your help… Please!”
