\\ Amazing trailer by @loyallyric //
One secret, one curse, is enough to change everything. Everything she knew, everything she thought she understood, became nothing, twisting into an ultimate heap of confusion. He is after her, the one that has...
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The bag that drapes from my shoulder seems to be getting heavier with every second I stride down the lonesome street of Canal. With the acceptation of maybe two other beings around, their bodies both covered by warm pants and a fur coat hanging from their shoulder blades. Faintly, I hear their every step, but more start to come from behind me.
I hear them coming closer, the snow beneath the souls of their shoes crunching on the now frozen over snow, that is instantaneously modifying itself to black ice, becoming transparent to the naked eye. Conspicuously, on instinct, I tilt my head back, just enough to see from behind me.
I'm met with nothing, nothing, as if there wasn't just random footsteps coming from behind me seconds ago. This whole propaganda attempt to make me anxious is getting to me, this prophecy that Alakade fed to me the other day is getting to me. Tearing me up inside, making my stomach churn in uncertainty.
It feels as if I'm being followed, though I know by who...but this time it's different. The feeling I got that day in the library and out on the street was different than what it is now, and believe it or not, a faint mark cans till be seen resting atop my cheekbone.
But this feeling, it grows and keeps growing. Starting at the edge of my mind and spreading like a blazing inferno all the way down to my gut, which spatters the feeling of unsettling madness, truly unnerving. I turn my head back, focusing on the ground in front of me.
I watch as my envy studded boot swings back and forth with my foot, allowing me to jaunt forward, closer to my destination: the cafe. I stick my chin further down into my scarf, in an attempt to pull it up on my face without having to release the precious heat from my pockets of my heavy maroon Asemay winter jacket that is lined with black fur on the hood.
Within seconds, turning the corner, I'm face to face with the cafe, the lights faintly glowing as small snow flakes drift across the bulb, the essence of the sight is as mesmerizing as fireworks being shot off one by one into the sky, exploding with such color, it almost seems unnatural, though it is, and it's not my eyes deceiving me.
I suck in a sharp breath, a hitch in my chest, though I don't know the exact reason. I pull open the door, entering into the small space that I'll be maintaining for however long it is until Jennifer is released from the hospital. The little bell rings from above the door, alarming the barista of my presence, and I'm not surprised when I see Riley - as she was before - at the counter pouring a cup of shouldering hot coco, the steam rising from the creamy liquid with such elegance, though I know it sounds strange.
"Vivian! I was beginning to think that you didn't want the job anymore!" Riley bellows to me, though not too loud to disturb the other customers sitting in their booths, siping coffee and taking bites of their cressaunts or injera bread.
"No, no of course not! I need this job more than anything, and besides, I couldn't turn down a job that has the best employee," I compliment, though I might not know Riley that well, I know her enough to safely say she's a kind-hearted being.
I slip my jacket off my arms, the fabric swiftly falling off, hanging it on the coat hanger, I stride over to the counter where a single customer was sitting alone on a bar stool, his head down reading what seemed to be a newspaper. Riley pays the customer a single smile, then comes around the counter, holding open her arms and embracing me for a short moment.
"You're just on time, Vivian, it's time for me to go on break!" She elaborates in an exultant tone.
"Great!"
"But before I go, I'll show you some simple things to remember while being a waitress here. Come and I'll show you!" She motions her hand for me to follow and I do. "This is a cash register, I'm pretty sure you've had experience with one before, right?"
I nod my head, "yeah, I'm pretty good with one, I've had a similar job like this before," I convey, but leaving out the part that I go laid off due the fact of bankruptcy by the owner.
"Alright, then you know the whole rundown on taking orders, customer service, and dealing with the kitchen," she points a finger behind her to where I assume the kitchen must be.
"Yup, I'm all set on those things, thank you so much, Riley," I beam to her.
"Of course. Oh!" Her sudden shout startles me, "before I forget, here's your name tag," she hands me a slim silver rectangle with my name in black bold lettering across it. She hands it over to me and I gracefully take into my grasp, peering down at it, then pinning it to my uniform Mrs. Darwin gave me from my interview.
"Alright, girly, you're all set! You're closing, and it's simple. The keys are in the back, hanging on a hook in the kitchen, just shut the lights off, dun the curtains, then lock the door and you're all set! Well, I better get going, good luck, Vivian!" She waves her hand as she pushes open the door, her pencil patterned coat now wrapped around her small stature.
My smile quickly fades as she disappears around the corner, though I've done this before, I've never felt so nervous. I swallow that nervousness, and head behind the counter. I admire the different plates and colored mugs, but that's when the feeling returns to me yet again, for like what? The fourth or fifth time now?
I pivot on my heel, and at that very moment in time, I desperately wish I can reverse it. There sitting in a booth tucked away in the corner, a pair of glowing green eyes stare back at me, making my heart jump out of it's cage in pure horror.
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Sorry if this 'job' description wasn't entirely accurate, I'm only thirteen and have never worked a day in my life - well, not counting chores... - but you get. the point! Thank you so much for voting and commenting!
