Curiosity is a dangerous thing

Chapter 5

    I open the front door, looking around for my mom, but she isn't in the living room. I go to the kitchen, she is not there, either. As I walk back to my room, I step on some liquid. I look down and see it coming from mom's room. The door is half closed and I push it wide open without making a noise.

I see her sleeping on the bed, her arm nearly touches the floor, cause a bottle of Jin is blocking the way. I get a cloth to wipe it and take the bottle to the kitchen.

To my surprise, I don't feel angry or disappointed. Honestly, I feel nothing. I want to cry, but I can't. I have cried so much this year, that I can't. I'll just go to my room and sleep. Seems like things are as bad as they were. Maybe more. But I have to do something for myself. When everything is wrong, be sure your mind is right, I tell myself. And I fall asleep.

   I hear my name in my sleep and I open my eyes slowly, adjusting to the sunlight. I see my mom above me, trying to wake me up.
"What is it?" I tell her yawning.
"Didn't you get the job at the cafè?"
"Yes, why are you waking me up?" I murmur through my yawn.
"It's 8 in the morning, what time do you start?"
"Moooom, 6 in the afternoon."
"Oh sorry, I didn't know, but I made you breakfast. Eat up."

I look next to me and see an omelette, an orange juice and some biscuits.
"Why did you make all these?"
"It's your first day at work, you should have energy" she says and walks out of the room.

I doubt that's the reason, though. She probably saw the empty bottle on the kitchen table and tries to be nice to me so I don't get angry. It's so sad, that I think that way about my mom, but she doesn't do anything to prove me wrong.

However, the breakfast is lit. When I'm finished, I go back to sleep. Four hours later, the alarm goes off,  waking up from my strange dream.
"Damn, what was that?" I mumble as i recall my dream.

I saw that I was in the park in front of my house, walking with Kate, when suddenly we heard loud voices coming closer to us. I felt really scared,when i saw dark figures running towards us. One of them grabbed my hand, making me run with them. As we were running in the empty streets, I turned my head to see who it was. There was a boy dressed in black, with his face covered. I could only see his eyes. They were dark and almond-shaped. I felt as they were sympathetic but on the same time scaring.
Strange.

   I get up to take a bath and hear my mom laughing watching something on TV. I don't know how to feel anymore. My efforts to make her go to a psychologist didn't have any results.
What else could I possibly do ?

   As I get out of the bathroom, I hear my phone ringing. It's Kate.
"Hello?"
"Anna, you remember you work at 6 right?"
"Of course, how could I forget?"
"Perfect, we work together today. Boss gave me your t-shirt, so get ready and come to my place, so we can talk a little."
"Okay, I'll be down in a bit".

   I go straight to the mirror to do my make-up. I don't usually wear makeup nor am I an expert on it. So mascara and blush it is.
Now, what do to with my hair? I decide to let them natural. I got my wavy hair from my dad and mom was so proud of it. When I'm finished, I look myself in the mirror. My big brown eyes look nervous. But I'm satisfied with the result.

   Walking down the stairs, I hear music from Kate's apartment. I ring the bell, and a smiley Kate opens the door.

"Wow, you look great! I bet a lot of guys will hit on you today."
"Here we go again." I say as I get in.

She laughs and throws me a black t-shirt.
"Here it is. I think it'll fit you perfectly." she says.
We have 2 hours till work, so we can have a warm coffee and some small talk.

"It's just us tonight?" I ask getting a sip of my coffee.
"Well, no, we'll be working with the boss's son." she tells me and winks.
"What's so special about him anyway?" I say with doubt.
"You have to see him, he is so handsome and funny and nice and.."
"You like him, don't you?" I ask her laughing and she makes a cute expression.
"Is it that obvious?"
"Well, yeah."
"I have a crush on him since my first day at work, but he had a girlfriend at the time. A week after I broke up, he did too and we started talking much more than before. But still I don't know if he likes me".
"Don't worry", I say, "I'm sure we'll find out soon" .