When They have Heart and Money

Mistakes

"Hey, cuckoo."

"So I finally get to see you," I said angrily. "Do you think that your little stupidities will make me hide in burrows? Stop being nuisance to me or I will make sure to catch up with you in doing shit."

I was out of breath. I started to heave, my face flushed from anger.

She was about to speak something when our Asst. Manager showed up," Hi young ladies, how's your work going on? "

"Nice, sir. I was just asking Hannah to help me wash the dishes since she has nothing to do." I butted in. In the past week, I had observed that Hannah was a sugar candy infront of our seniors, but a complete jerk before me. She could do whatever she could to please them.

"Well said Asteria. Hannah, help her wash the dishes."

I saw her looking bitterly at me before she began to wash them. As soon as our manager left, she dropped her act.

"How dare you?"

"Now that you get a taste of your own medicine, how do you feel about it?" I asked her with a sly smile.

"You wait and watch. I'll make you regret this."

"Why do you hate me so much?" She did hate me for sure. I could clearly see that in her eyes.

"Because you are the reason my sister couldn't do this job. Out of all the people, why are you the only one to get two places here. Your face itches me to the point that I wish I could snatch the plaster off it and show everyone how ugly you truly are!"

Her words were painful, sharp and stinging. I didn't know how to answer her hate for me so I didn't answer at all.

"Wanna know why I call you cuckoo? Because that's the stupidest bird I can think of."

Satan in a women's veil.

She gave me a final death glare and exited the room.

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Hours had passed since Hannah's tantrum. Most of the people doing night shifts were foreign to me. I suddenly realised that Hannah used to do day shifts. How come she was here at night. Whatever, she was really being a headache.

The number of orders had minimised, so after completing all of them, I took a break and went to the restroom. I opened my locker and took out a small bottle of orange juice. I gulped it all down in a go since I was too thirsty. Hannah's behaviour was really rude. I wished if she could be a little nice to me. I hadn't planned on making enemies at all. But then again, I didn't inveigle her into starting any of it.

I was feeling too tired to walk back to the pantry and continue my work, so I decided to sit down on the bench near my locker.

Why do I have to work so much. I wish mommy and daddy can come and find me.

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Why does it feel like the ground is moving?

I look around.

Am I in a box? There are white curtains. Fluffy fluffy curtains..

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Who the hell pushed me?!! If it wasn't for my sacred sleep, I would kicked whoever is shoving me..

Shoving? Am I being shoved? I want to wake up.. Why can't I wake up? What kind of dream is this?!

I'm trying to move my hands and stand up but I can't. It feels like I'm stuck. Something is not right at all. It feels so wrong. I feel pain somewhere in my body. I can't really figure out where. Tears run down my eyes. I want to wake up.