Freak

Keychain.

Eve was exhausted by crying and overthinking.

She tried to gather herself to not show her weakness to others.

Eve glanced at her sleeping grams frowning face, She knew even while napping her grams can't stop worrying about her, and it made her more troubled.

She let out a heavy sigh, going through her bag pack to get her sketchbook and pencil to ease her frustration and worries over the blank paper in the form of art illustration.

Eve starts creating a pencil sketch with hefty dark stormy clouds representing her gloomy life, then she drew faint beams emerging from the centre of smog representing hope love of her family protecting the lonesome portrait strolling alone in the heavy rain half drowning and a half struggling her way out.

Eve was engaged in her sketching that she ignored the pair of eyes watching her every move when she has achieved the anticipated sketch, her lips twitch to form a tiny wistful smile, Memorizing her ill fate and agony which is intensifying each passing day.

She leans back, thinking of what to do next. She was about to open her sketchbook when a charmingly seductive air hostess named Kim addressed her to give her food and juice. Kim tried to force a smile on her face but failed miserably.

Eve c**k an eyebrow towards her in confusion not knowing what to say or do next. Seeing her expression Kim utter trying to act sweet "It's for you Ma'am, Enjoy".

"I didn't order anything yet." Eve removed her headphones, indeed she was hungry but forgot to ask for food. How come a mere hostess who doesn't even like her can offer her food.

Before she can ask anything else from Kim, She hears her talking to herself, " What a loser, She's not even pretty like me and look at her boring clothes and creep hoddie how can a smart guy like him ask me to give her food. It's disgusting is she Orphan or beggar or something."

Eve's heart was heavy again, she is habitual of hearing every talking bad behind her back or even in her mind. Now everyone thinks of her as a low living being, whose existence only disgusted others.

She was furiously looking for the person who dares to stand her food, but can't read anyone's thought related to her. She barked and wave her hand in anger to take away the food. Her voice was not as high or as awful as others thoughts and judgment.

Kim's eyes were wide in shock "Is she knows what I am thinking of her, Freak." before Eve can answer her she nearly threw the tray carrying food in her lap, and move away from her as soon as possible.

Eve thought to herself, Why I can't just act normal.....? Yes because she's not normal anymore, She's different completely different from everyone.

Again her eyes and ears searching for the person but she failed to catch anyone thinking about her or peeking on her. She groans in annoyance and starting digging in the food and sipping her juice. only food can comfort her, surely eating works wonder for her.

She forgot about air hostess ill-treatment, thanked the generous person in her thoughts with a shy smile for giving her meal.

She was now in good mood, for the very first time some stranger was thoughtful towards her and treated her like a normal human. but her smile faints when her senses start telling her " What if the Man was not thoughtful but a kidnapper or a creep...????"

She laughed at her wild thinking, and babbled to herself " Did you forget 'me', We are the biggest Creep."

She realised that she's now acting more weirdly, who the heck chatted with herself in mind, named herself me. This is the next level of lunacy for her.

She rubs her temple lightly soothing her headache and again searches her bag to get the keychain out to hang it in her bags front zipper. And smile lightly the way it compliments her bag, She was in flight only one hour is passed by and she starts missing her uncle Draco, aunty and Calvin.

She patted the keychain, again opened her sketchbook to draw something else. She analyses each person, her eyes led on the same person who was wearing hoddie. His eyes were closed and his side face looks handsome as hell. She glanced more intensely at him gulping her saliva. She hit her head lightly and said to herself blushing lightly in red: "Me stop it what are we doing, we are only 16 stop drooling over him".

She still can't take her eyes off, Eve didn't saw him from the front but by looking at his side profile she can bet that he's a good looking fellow. She started drawing his sketch, his nicely closed eyes safeguarded with long his long lashes, then his well-sculpted soft but pointed charming nose, his well-shaped pink luscious lips, his jawline and cheekbone everything about him screaming perfection.

She thought to herself, " Me, How can a young man look that much perfect as if God himself made him in heaven, he is giving us complexation, it's he."

Eve gave her one hour in admiring and sketching him, making him a small joyous part of her memories. She closed her sketchbook and keep it back in her backpack with a victorious look on her face. She was beaming with satisfaction.

She leans back and slumbers in deep in pleasant dreams. For the first time after one year, She slept comfortably for a complete one hour without any nightmare or teary eyes.

Grams woke her up when they landed at the airport. Grams already walk out of the plain waiting for her outside. She stands up and starts taking steps towards the exit.

Her breath caught in her throat when she feels the hot minty breath near her right ear. Someone said in a husky manly voice " Nice keychain Hazel." chuckling hard, " sad face doesn't suit you miss, Hope my treat made you smile a little".

Eve doesn't know how to react, She wants to turn around to check who is talking to her, and thanked him from giving her a mouth-watering treat. But her Grams pull her and bring her back from her wandering thoughts. She was so scared of chatting with others, as she has to first prepare mental notes about what to discuss and what not.

Eve scanned the entire area to spot or figure out who talked to her earlier, but her telepathy also not helping her at this moment. She talked to herself: " Maybe he just left". again looking sad.

Both Eve and her Grams headed out with there language to only found a man standing outside holding there name high written on the poster. Eve gets conscious and walked towards him.

"Mrs Flora Colon, Ms Eveleen Colon welcome to New York. I am Evan Melaan your cook, cleaner, chauffeur as well as bodyguard if needed." he showed his toothy smile nervously waiting for a response or just a simple nod.

Eve eyed him upside down making him more anxious.

Evan starts slightly leaning back and forth to overcome his anxiety, He is a simple yet handsome looking guy, who is only 19. This is his first job and he didn't want to lose it in any condition, as he wants this money for higher studies.

Eve read him like an open book, he was now in sweat mumbling to himself. " Did I said something wrong...?, I should say sorry." before he can open his mouth to utter anything which he was thinking of. Eve said, " No need for sorry, common let's go.”