I’m hallucinating. For sure I am.

If not then why do I kept on seeing a red thread. It might sound normal but no it's not. The weird thing was, the thread was somehow connected to my finger. My little finger. It was tied but I couldn’t feel anything on my hand. I tried touching it but nothing. It looked real but when I touched it, my hand would just passed by. All I feel was thin air.

I was definitely hallucinating or maybe I’m still in my drunken state.

But two days already passed since I drank, surely the alcohol already passed on my system.

So what’s happening?

Right now I’m standing at the back of the gym. I was following the thread but somehow I couldn’t see the end anymore and slowly by slowly the thread dispersed. I sighed and stared at my hand.

“What is wrong with you?” I asked my hand, and now here I was talking to my hand. I’m becoming a psycho. I need to consult someone. Wait no! It didn’t sound a good idea. Someone would label me as a psycho and everyone’s gonna be scared of me.

But I've been experiencing this for two days already. At first I thought it was the effect of alcohol but the next day it happened again. I tried cutting it with scissor but as I said earlier I couldn't touch it.

Goddess what had I'd done? Did I eat something to make me see things?

And of all things why thread?

A red thread.

It's fucking hilarious. No one must know about it.

Deciding to let the day end I jogged back to the school and went to my locker to fetch my things. I'm done for today and stressing things so irrelevant in my daily life wouldn't help me to go on the next step among the several steps I need to take on my life.

I still need to go for my job and being late wouldn't help me earn extra pennies.

Looking down at my finger I saw no thread anymore. Weird. Maybe I'm just stressed.

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Walking my way towards the front door of the café I worked at, I hurried as soon as I saw our manager. He squinted his eyes on me as I greeted him.

“I’m not late sir” I reasoned out. He gave me a nod and tilted his head towards the locker.

“Change then and get ready, seems you need to extend your time. Hailey isn't available said it’s an emergency” he said, I furrowed my brows not liking his words. But what could I say? I couldn’t oppose. He’s the manager, besides extra work means I’ll get an extra pay.

After changing I went to the counter and did my usual routine. Angie my co-worker slashed close friend winked at me and I happily returned the gesture. She’s beautiful, sad that she got a lot of suitors, suitors that’s so out of my league.  But discard that thought, I promised myself not to get into any relationship, relationship means time and time for me was limited.  All I could focus right now were school and work or else I’ll be living in a gutter.

See I’m not one of those blessed person, I was not graced with an overwhelming wealthiness nor even just an average life with enough money on the bank account to pay for three meals a day. I was far from that, I need to work my ass off and sacrifice my time and shed gallons of sweat to pay for my daily expenses. All in all I was poor.

But so far I never complained, that’s life and I needed to suck it up. Who am I to complain? I’m not even your average Joe.

But I couldn’t deny the fact that there was time I wanted to be free from stress and tiredness in life. I wanted to experience not worrying for my next meal or counting my expenses in school and how I would pay it off. How I wished I could buy the things I needed and I could get the things I wanted, but those were long forgotten as I realized I wouldn’t experience those all. My fate was to belong in the poor type of the community and surprisingly I gradually accepted it.

“Heron, Customers are coming in stop staring into spaces” Angie sad tauntingly. I scoffed but nodded.

I started entertaining customers and brought all of their orders with a pleasant smile and polite greeting while telling them to come back again. That’s how my shift went.

Around quarter to my off, I handed a vanilla coffee to one of the customer when I suddenly saw the thread again. I stifled a gasp and hastily gave the coffee still trying to make sure not to spill it. Damn! this red thread again.

I planned to ignore it but when I saw the rest of the thread dangling on my little finger I snapped my attention to it. Oh, so it decided to show the rest of it today. I followed the trail and dodged my gaze in several chairs and dust on the floor and the trail went on and on, this was frustrating.

Deciding to ignore it I went back to my work.

“Cappuccino, large take out” A gruff voice said. I turned my pleasant smile to him and worked on his order. Damn that guy could make girls swoon over him, good thing Hailey’s not here today, for sure she’ll be flirting with this guy.

The coffee maker dinged and I sealed it with the cover cup. I turned back to him and handed him his order.

“That would be $3 sir” I said, he nodded and handed me his money. I saw a red thread on his little finger and for a moment there I rejoiced. He had one too.

'I’m not the only one, Oh boy. Could he see it? Or it was only me?' questions swirling in my head.

I grabbed his hand startling him on the process. He put his coffee down and looked at me weirdly.

“Something’s wrong?” he asked confusedly. I shook my head and stared at him. He put his gaze down on our entwined hands and squinted his eyes. Oh! I forgot.

“You have a thread too? A red thread? “I asked eagerly. He looked at me strangely.

“I don’t have a thread on me. Why would I bring thread?” he asked, he soon started slipping his hands on me.

I looked down and sighed. Was I hallucinating again? Why I could see it but not him? Was there something wrong with my mental health?

I shook my head and glanced at him.

“Sorry sir my mistake, here’s your change sir” I gave him an apologetic smile and handed his change. He smiled at me warily, picked his coffee, said ‘welcome’ and got out of the café, surprisingly no one was on the line.

It must be a scene back there. Hoped no one saw it. I looked like a fool.

Though, as he walked by towards the door I found myself gazing at the trail of his thread which for some unknown reason was on the same trail to mine.

I looked down at my hand and brought it to my face, as his figure went far away and so the thread. Looking back on my hand again I released a nervous breath and chuckled nervously as I realized something.

Why was his thread connected to mine?

*to remind you guys this story will be dealing with three person, three MCs so  I hope you won't get confused as the story goes by.