All Yours

VI

AURORA

It's now Friday and just like Katrina promised, she got me an interview at Moretti Enterprises.

But, since so many people want to work at that company, interviews are backed up for weeks. It doesn't seem worth it from the surface, but once I looked at the starting salary for entry level positions, it seemed totally worth it to me. I almost shat my pants reading the number.

I have enough money saved up for Grandma's medical bills and living necessities to last me until my interview in two weeks.

So now, I just get to relax and prepare myself to score the job of a lifetime. And a nice perk to working at Moretti Enterprises is that they're partners with Greco Corporation so that means I'll be cross working with Katrina quite often.

It's Friday, which means that it's time for my weekly visit to Grandma. Seeing her never gets easier, and today it'll be even harder to see her since I know she's not getting better.

My mom took the liberty of dropping her car off for me since she's staying at a friends place for the night and doesn't need her car which will be easier for me to drive to Jersey to see Grandma.

I pack a quick lunch to eat after my visit and head on out to Jersey. There's soooo much traffic on the Washington Bridge that I'm just sitting here spacing out watching the Toyota in front of me move very slowly.

Somehow, my mind drifts back to Wednesday night when my so called "stalker" was on my balcony watching me. I know I should be more scared, but for some reason, I'm not.

Every shiver that runs down my spine doesn't make me feel afraid, but more intrigued. I'm not sure why my body is reacting like this, but I know I should steer clear of these feelings.

I haven't seen him since Wednesday night and I almost miss our unspoken interactions. Almost. But right now my mind is in control and I know it's for the best that I haven't seen him and that I shouldn't want him near or on my property.

There's still the lingering thought of what he looks like behind that hood of his. I wish I could just reach out and pull it off to unmask the person who's seemed to take a liking to paying me visits at night.

But that's just my heart talking. I think.

A honk breaks me out of my trance and I realize that I'm twenty feet behind the Toyota in front of me and I step in the gas to catch up since traffic has died down.

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Walking into this center never gets easier. You'd think after walking in here countless times, it'd be a breeze, but contrary to belief you're very wrong. I can't stop the instant chills that run up and down my arms right when that draft hits me from the automatic sliding doors.

Or the instant hitch in my breath when I see the quite depressant workers walking around with a permanent gloom resting on their faces.

I check in before grabbing my visitor badge and make my way over to Grandma's room.

Since she's undergoing new treatment, I have to stay outside her room and view her through the thick windows. As I reach her room, an instant involuntary tear falls down my cheek.