The beginning of pain
Everything hurts.It is raining outside.I'm getting up, everything hurts.Head, arms, legs.I open the window, the smell of rain and The trees are hitting my nostrils.The house is quiet, it looks like mom has already gone to work.I look at the clock, 10 am.I take an old T-shirt, a long black skirt and old sneakers that are already a little torn.I go down the stairs, take my umbrella and apple and leave the house.I eat an apple on the way to work. It's raining, motorbikes and cars are passing by.They spray me a few times, but I'm used to it, so I don't pay much attention to it .I'm coming to work, old cafe.An old woman and I work there.People tell me to find a better job, but this job suits me.No questions, no shouting, just silence and peace.Morning Jade.Morning dear.Ready for another working Monday.She laughed while washing the dishes.I just laughed.Jade is a sweet and nice old lady. The only one who doesn't ask me questions about long sleeves in the summer or why I don't talk.I left my wet umbrella in the corner of the cafe and put on my apron.A guy and a girl enter. The girl has beautiful blue eyes and black hair and the guy has brown hair and brown eyes.Morning,couple said. You want to order.I would like black coffee with vanilla flavor,Okay, and you, sir?Iced mint tea.okay, they're coming right away.I turn away.as I make black coffee and prepare the aroma, I can hear their voices and laughter.Here you go, your order is ready.Have a nice day.
The rest of the morning was pretty quiet. Some black coffee with flavor or tea, but other than that, nothing much.Jade: Honey, I'm going home.Close the cafe in an hour, we don't have many guests, so go home early.Okay, Jade, bye.I was about to wipe the bar when a guy a little older than me walked in.Black hair, black eyes, 1.198 tall.He looked even more tired than me.Hello, what can I get you?He looked at me sharply.As if I did something wrong and didn't ask what to bring him.Give me an iced coffee, with coconut milk. Okay.i trun to make it. I put ice in a glass, milk and all that. With each move he watched me closely. As if I was going to poison him.Maybe I am, considering his behavior.Who am I kidding?If I could do that, I wouldn't be here in this shabby cafe.Here you go sir.When I gave him coffee he just said: put your sleeve down, and left.Before my brain could process what he had said, I saw my bare hand.I quickly lowered my sleeve in a panic.I took off my apron, threw it on the floor, took the keys of the cafe and left.I wasn't ashamed. but I don't like those poor and sad pitying looks.The rain had stopped by the time I got home.
Mom, I'm here.Crystal, you came.Yes, mom, it was an okay day at the cafe.You?Mom didn't answer, but drank a cup of coffee and went to her room, which was on the ground floor.She's always like that when she's not having a good day.I I just sighed and went to the room.I hate this.Mother was always like this.I didn't mind the silence, but it was tearing me apart piece by piece.It's strange but it's true.I took off my shirt, sneakers and went to the bathroom.
This person is not me.Tired, pale,lines ,who is she?The warm water hit me in the face.It was a nice feeling after a long day.The scent of shampoo that smelled like a rose with honey.A hair mask that ran through my red hair like silk.Steam filled the bathroom.I took a towel and wrapped my hair and body.Red drops on the shoulders from the hair, I love that color.Red, the color of dark cherries when you squeeze them with your fist.I took the black silk pajamas and put them on.I put cream on my face and dried my long hair.I dried my hair, and the shine of my hair is only now coming out.I put on cream on my face, brushed my teeth and went to bed.T
The next morning, mom bursts into my room with suitcases. Crystal, I'm going to my aunt's in NYC tomorrow.Be good and take care of the house.Of course, the house. I've always been responsible and nice to everyone and everything, but not to myself.Okay, mom.I answered with a lump in my throat and lay down.It's easier to sleep through a cold, isn't it?Coldness from mother.
