Symptoms Of Love

Chapter 36- The Confession And The Ultimatum

"The act of love is a confession" ~ Albert Camus

I got ready extra early in the morning, not like I had gotten any sleep in the first place. It was taking my everything to not knock at her door. I  know what a drunk Amnesty is capable of, so I was secretly hoping she would finally lose her shit and bang my door at 2 am telling me what kind of a jerk I was and then I may have gotten a chance to explain myself. Obviously she never came but maybe that for the best, there should be a line drawn, sooner the better. There is never in a million years I want to repeat what happened yesterday, she has certain goals so do I, we can't be the cause to ruin each other.

She didn’t show up for the practices. There was hardly any probability that she would come after the amount she had to drink yesterday, she would be lying down with a severe hangover right now. There were two girls constantly chirping, I wanted to shoo them away, but I stopped when I heard one of them say a very familiar name.

“So Amnesty didn't show up for practices again?” the brunette said.

“That's what it seems like, before she had the whole leg injury issue but she had atleast informed then. Today she didnt even inform,” brunette B replied.

“She thinks its okay to just skip practices whenever she feels like, coach is not gonna let off easy this time.” brunette a giggles.

What if she hit her head? What if she ran in the middle of a night, because of the kind of drunk maniac she becomes? What if she couldn't hydrate herself and passed out?

Ah chuck it I am going to see her otherwise, I will go nuts like this. I just need to make sure she is okay, I should have done this yesterday night itself. There is a very high probability that she going to hit or throw something at me, but thats the risk I am willing to take. Before going to her, I had to explain Amnesty's absence to Coach, he will believe me whatever bullshit I make up.

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I knocked at her door for the fifth time, no response. My patience was running thin, what is this girl doing.
“Amnesty! open the door,” I said knocking a bit harder this time. I heard some sound come from inside, well atleast she is alive. 

She opens the door. As soon as her eyes meets mine, she tired to slam the door shut, but i had anticipated this and was quick enough to jam my foot at the door foot preventing in from closing.

“ Amnesty listen to me, I need to talk to you let me in for a second.” I say preventing the door from closing, I could open it in an instance but that will get her more mad.

“ You have some nerve to showing up at my door. Don't you like you life.” she says with her focus still on trying to shut the door.

“I apologize it was my fault yesterday I agree…” without giving me a warring she stops pushing the door and the door flies open hitting her face in the process.

“Ouchhh!” she exclaims.

“Oh jesus crist, why would you stand infront of the door when you knew I was pushing it.” I say examining her nose which was red. I hope it doesn't bleed. And on the que her nose start bleed.

“What was I supposed to do, you suddenly appologized, I didn't expect…. Oh my god blood, my nose it bleeding.” Great now Amnesty was angry, suprised and panicking. Here goes my chance of having a civil conversation with her.

“ Wait, dont move. Bend down and pinch your nose, breath through your mouth, I will get ice from my room. Do not move from this position.” I was serious and she was aware of that, but it did surprise me when I came back and found her following what I told her.

She was sitting at edge of the bed, doing exactly as I told her. She always always always ends up hurting herself. It hasnt even been 24 hours since I made the decision of staying away from her, yet here I was. This is the last time. Just this once.