Awaited Encounter

Part 25

White powder fell outside my frosted window. The streetlights were the only thing illuminating my apartment. While tree branches rattled against the building.

Staring into the dark, my red tinted eyes strained to keep still. The taste of alcohol was still fresh on my tongue, but that was all. This is what it's been like for the past three weeks.

I don't eat much or shower. I drink, but mainly alcohol and my eyes can barely focus on anything they come across. Also, I haven't been outside much either, not even for school. I stay wrapped up in my blanket with the harsh winter winds chilling my frame.

"How lovely." I mumbled to myself from the thought.

"You know, all of this is your fault." A voice chirped in. Their figure loomed behind me while I faced forward at the window. A steady hand ran through my messy hair, pulling at the curls slightly before letting go.

Their familiar eyes followed my body up and down, but their smile never faded. "All this over a breakup huh? Maybe if you weren't such a nuisance, people would come to like you."

I gave no reaction to the figure's words since there is no point in talking. The person standing behind me is only a figment of my imagination. Something concocted from the lack of medication I've been taking.

With my emotions scrapped and burned, now would be the best time to take my medicine. Sadly, I have no energy to move, much less go outside to get a refill.

For a week now it has only been me... and my mother.

She leaned down, brushing her thumb against my jawline. Her long nail scraped the skin. It felt so real; goosebumps began to spread across my flesh.

Her thumb traveled down my neck before lifting itself off. "Poor Akashi... all sad and alone." I turned my head to the side and glanced at my phone. The screen was lighting up from dozens of notifications coming in. All from one name, Delta.

For once I had the temptation to pick up the phone. I don't know why, maybe it's because I'm at my lowest. Maybe it's because I know it can't get worse...

"Damn it, what is wrong with me." The hallucination of my mother blinked a few times at my words. She stood back as tears streamed down my cheeks once again. I choked on my words, thinking about the hell these past three weeks have been.

Bringing my knee's close to my chest, I continued to cry. My arms ached as I wrapped them around my shivering body.

Already sore, my throat felt as if it was about to close. The crying only made the suffocating feeling worse. My phone flashed more and more until the bright light irritated me. A call was coming through, which I was sure was my mother.

Out of frustration, I answered the call without bothering to check the name. I was sure it was my mom, all she does is obsess over me yet treats me like I'm the biggest mistake in her life.

When I was younger, I always thought it was my fault. That thinking drove me to terrible decisions, only making me hate myself more.

When the call connected, tears were still streaming down my face, but I was filled with anger. That anger subsided immediately when the person calling me spoke. "Akashi..."

"Kuro..." The name slipped off my tongue before I could collect my thoughts. Everything went quiet, even my hallucinations disappeared. The burning in my eyes halted as the voice spoke again. "Akashi... can you come over?"