Just An Illusion

Chapter 2

After a few minutes, I still haven't drawn anything on my sketch pad. I feel nauseous and bored.

I'm wondering why could this guy be here.

What if he has the same case as me?

What if he has a deep mental disorder?

What is he sketching? 

The last question seemed to bother me the most.

He's been sketching for like 25 minutes and he's still not done yet?

"That's it!" I said to myself. "I am going to talk with this guy." I whispered. "I hope he's not a crazy psycho." This time, I said it through my mind.

I got up and stumbled. I walk and walk and walk until I reach his table. With sweat dripping on my head and my sketch pad held tightly on my hand, I greeted him as normal as possible.

"Hey!" Not bad.

He looked up, surprised.

"Hi!" he replied back. I wasn't expecting him to answer but he did.

"Can I sit here?" I asked, pointing at the chair infront of him. He nodded and I sat.

We exchanged looks for a moment. Silence between the both of us. Finally, I spoke up.

"You're new here, right?" I interoggated. He just nodded and continued his sketch. Now, I am starting to boil up. He must be an introvert.

"What are you sketching there? Seems interesting." He paused his work and stared at me. After a few uncomfortable seconds, he answered.

"I am sketching you."

I froze. I think I misheard it.

"What?" I asked again. "I sketched you." He answered again.

I grabbed the paper from his hand and looked at it. No way! He really did draw me. I blushed a little.

"Wow, I can't believe it!" I said blissfully. "This is so great!" A smile gre on his face, exposing his teeth. "Why did you draw me?" I asked hastily. 

"You look beautiful. I like your blonde hair, your blue eyes, your lips. You're just wonderful. I've been gazing at you."

I can't withdraw my emotions right now. I feel complimented. I feel flattered. I feel good. I smiled.

"Thank you so much!" I hope I didn;t sound weird.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"I am Cressida Monton.. Sida. Been here for 7 months. Dyslexic and Phantasmagoric. I think I've said too much." He giggled.

"I am Aden. I am new here. Schizophrenic, but I don't think I am. I'm functioning very well."

I forced a laugh but I felt bad. His case is worse than mine. And he doesn't look Schizophrenic at all. 

"How did you get here?" I asked.

"I don't know. I woke up here in this place. I had nothing but clothes on. I walked through here and then I saw you and thought about drawing you. The next thing I remembered, I was holding a paper and and a pencil."

Then I remembered about my hobby too.

"I sketch too. It's the only thing I can do normally." then I placed my sketch pad on the table.

"May I see it?" I handed it to him and he started scanning through the pages. 

I felt embarassed. I got that sketch pad when on my 13th birthday and he must've already seen my ugly drawings back then.

"You're good at this." He blurted out. 

"Yeah, so are you."

The next thing happened, I got scolded for missing my mental test this afternoon.