ANNA'S POV
I turn around. Yeah so. He is that dumb guy. We finally meet. Me. I mean "I" don't want him to recognize me. Don't ask me. No reason. I just don't like it.
"Why do you have my journal? I ask him with confusion on my face.
"I just happened to find it. So it's yours?"
"Yeah, and it is not meant to be in your hands." I try to snatch it away from him but I fail.
"What's your name?"
"Why do you need my name? I say, scowling.
"I need to make sure if this is really yours," he replies showing off my own journal to me.
"You know, what? Just keep it. I don't like being childish."
"I am not being childish here, It's a proper investigation."
"What are you?" "A Cop?" I give him a death stare. "I am leaving."
When I am on my way, I turn around again. " But don't read it. You'll be beheaded."
"What are you?" "A queen?"
"Yes," I answer. I am again leaving but I turn around one more time because I need to put him back to his place. and drag some senses into him. "One more thing. Happiness never stays. Reassure Mr.Jones. Tell him that happiness doesn't exist. Tell him to get over it. And You, you get over it too. Or you'll suffer. Very badly. Giving someone a castle in the air isn't justifiable."I am getting out of the class. But he turns my words back at me straight away. "Anna Garcia" he calls me. Everything is completely quiet for 3 seconds.
"If Happiness doesn't stay, The same applies to sadness," he says.
"Do you know what're you saying?"
"Of course!" He replies "I do."
"You know absolutely zilch about life." I snapped. " Just because you're happy right now doesn't mean you let yourself get lost in thought and assume the existence of happiness. Giving Mr.Jones false hope will only worsen the problem. And that dumb-head. Who told that baldie to always be so happy, untroubled, and satisfied? To perceive this day one day?"
He is listening to me, having a discontent expression in his face. While I am lashing out at him with forbidden words and whatnot, I am clueless about what I am yelling, I am just blabbering whatever that draws my mind. As I keep going, My mind keeps on erasing it. Everything is getting wiped off at last.
"Honestly, If it hadn't been for you, he would've got a tiny bit of long lifespan." I bellowed.
"You'll need to stay away from him or else he will have to die," I say with a sigh and calm voice. "From depression," I add.
Soon as he hears the word "die", He becomes furious and shouts out at me." If he heals from inside and becomes positive, He will love a long life, and please stop, He doesn't have depression or anything, he has cancer for god's sake."
"What?" I say as I am muddled.
"You need to stay away from him, not me. Actually you need to stay away from everyone." He yells. " You bring chaos to others."
No one in the world has ever done that to me. Not in a million years and how did this dumb guy manage to wash me out like this? Everyone fears me, No one tries to mess up with me. Even the meaningless word I spit out is always right. How will someone convince this guy to be scared of me? I am provoked and resentful right now. I shout at him in resentment.
"Do you know about me being toxic? Well, now you'll know that i am not just toxic but also dangerous and wild."
I don't know how to express my anger right now, A flower vase that is put on a table catches my eyes, It is white in color to symbolize pure soul. But, I don't want to be pure in any way. I grab the vase and throw at him. That's what he deserves.
He is hurt. A little part of his forehead is scratched and is bleeding. He turns his head straight and gazes at me with disappointment. I was expecting an angry stare but his eyes gave me the impression of disappointment.
"I am disappointed." He finally says and I saw it coming.
"How can you judge when you don't even realize what my name is?" He adds. He is still giving me a talk when he is in pain.
"I am ACE ANDERSON." He discloses his name out of blue. "It will feel good to know now that you'll judge me with my cover."
I stare at him for a while without letting any word come out of my mouth. I am still inflamed to have a conversation with him, that being so I walk out of the class without coming to have any idea about what he said. I am walking away in a hurry, such-like I don't even look at anybody other than my feet. That being said, Everyone knew something happened with me by this time. Everyone steps aside to let me through.
I reach home, Miss Ashylinea who is always being nosy asks me what's wrong. I speak no words in response. She should better be informed because asking me that doesn't convince me to treat her like a sister.
I slam the door and spill all the anger over the teddy which was from my dad. I used to hit my dad when I would get angry. It's not like I wanted to. But he said he was strong and I could hit him much as I want. Only If I knew he was a human-like us and would get hurt if I hit him hard. He is such a dunce-like to let me hit him so hard. I am sobbing because I extremely miss him. I am a human with no feelings. I am empty from inside but when it comes to dad, I become a crybaby.
"I don't want to cry," I yell at myself while I cry my heart out. "Anna Garcia, You are dumb."
I hear ashylinea footsteps. I can tell she is coming to me because she has heard my ugly crying. She wants to comfort me. She should have been there for me when I needed her. She should have comforted me back then when I cried every night. Why now? Why right now, when I have become a loner and learned to live, eat, and sleep by myself? I don't need anyone's sympathy.
"I am coming in." She tells me as she unlocks the door at a slow pace.
"DON'T COME IN!!!" I shout with a very high pitched voice. "Get the hell outta here."
"I need to be there for you to keep my promise safe. You know that I promised dad to look after you." She responds with a low and cracked voice.
I don't return any words. I put myself on mute so that she can shut her drama off and go back to where she belongs. She can enter every place in this world. But she has no right to enter mine. She needs to know, pretending to care for me changes nothing. Her health is an exception. She will become frail if she chases me.
I am lying down on my bed. I am done crying. I am done convincing people. My tears are drying as they flow down to my mouth. "Bullshit, everything is bullshit. The People. The entire world." I utter as I whimper.
"I need to fresh my mind up," I speak to myself while I force my body to come back to normal state after all those sobbing and sniffling. I check the time and It's already 8 pm. I put on a thermal white-colored knee-length gown. I head out. As I get out, I catch sight of ashylinea lying down on the cold and frosty floor outside of my room. "Is she waiting for me? or Is she trying to act like she's genuine?" I murmur.
I head back to my room to bring a blanket for someone who has prying eyes. "If you die, I'll have no-one to cook for me, Don't take this in other ways." I shrieked so that she can hear me. After I give her what she needs, I am heading off to all those places I have been longing to pay a visit.