I Don't Care
People stare at me as I walk down the street, some whisper. Some even point.
But I don't care.
I'm blue, I mean in skin color not in mood, I have two fingers and a thumb on each hand. I have yellow eyes and a retractable tail.
"Mutie" "Freak" That's what some people call me. People like me get attack in the street because the ignorant masses don't know that we can't help being born the way we are.
But here in London the worst that's happened to me is a whisper or two.
I see a young man staring at me out of the corner of my eye, when I look to him he turns away.
A few more moments pass and I realize he's staring once more. I ignore him this time, after all I don't care what he thinks, and as long as he doesn't start bothering me I've got nothing against him. He can be scared of me if he wants too.
I've just about finished my lunch and shakily the young man gets up and walks over to me. If he's so scared why is he coming over? Maybe he thinks it'll make him braver if he confronts me... shame because I don't want the hassle.
I go over to the counter and pay, the young woman avoids eye contact with me as I hand over the money.
"Wait!" A voice calls as I'm about to leave, I turn to see the young man paying for his... whatever it was he had and then come over to me.
"I was just wondering..." He says, rubbing the back of his head as he keeps looking at me then glancing away, "I was wondering what's... uh... what's your name?"
He wants to know my name? I wasn't expecting that.
"Um... Talia," I reply eventually, "Why?"
"I'm ...uh... Well I was wondering if you wanted to..." He stops, "But you probably don't... Sorry to have bothered you."
He dashes out of the shop and just watch him go. That was weird.
He was trying to ask me out, obviously... but if he wasn't brave enough then it's his loss.
As I walk home, I can't get him out of my mind. But why? He was just a guy... one I'll never meet again. But I find myself wondering what possessed him to ask me out, why did he do it?
Then I realize why I'm thinking about it so much.
I realize maybe I do care what others think.
At least some of them.
End(?)
Author's Note: The idea for this came to me after reading the latest issue of New eXcalibur. I deliberately left the young man nameless and description-less so that it could be anyone. I don't really know if anyone will like this short story or not, but it was just something I had to do. Feedback much appreciated on this one.
Should I do a follow up chapter or not?