A look inside the soul

Chapter 6

I get downstairs after realising that it has been quiet for a while now.

I find dad sat on the sofa, watching TV.

"Where's mom?" I ask after glancing at the kitchen and finding it empty.

"God knows where," He chuckles. He also restrains himself from swearing.

She's doing it again. Disappearing and leaving no clue.

"Wanna have movie night?" His tone suddenly softens.

"I'm near the end of my book and I can feel the plot twist coming, so nope sorry."

"Come on, you would let your father all by himself after your mother left again?"

He's kinda right. "But my book..."

He sighs and rolls his eyes.

"What if..." I search up a plan so we can both be satisfied. "What if I cook, and we watch something while eating? That way I can have time to read my book tonight."

"Deal." he smiles.

I hurry to the kitchen.

Then I open my eyes, with sweat glueing my shirt to my back.

My hand grabs the sheet unconsciously on my right, making me realising I'm in bed, alone.

Light is dazzling the room, and I realise that it is the morning.

I'm at the apartment.

Lina isn't in the bed anymore and I check my phone, seeing that it is eleven am.

Oh, it's fine. I thought I was in the middle of the day.

Then my heart drops, seeing Oliver's texts. He sent me eighteen fucking texts.

Oliver :
Lence
Where the fuck are you
Heyyy is someone there
LENCE
WHERE TF ARE YOU
At least you could've told me you weren't coming
Cunt
Respond
Answer

Well.

I had classes this morning. I type something back.

Sorry, didn't wake up I'll be there in the afternoon

I forgot to put my alarm on? What about Lina? I write to her too.

Hey, are you at uni? I didn't wake up how's that possible??

I get straight out of bed, and start to get ready.

As minutes passes by, memories from yesterday start to come back.

And I don't appreciate what I remember. At all.

The first time I got drunk and crashed his bike, I didn't remember it right on the next day.

I remembered it a few days after.

Days.

After.

My memory is weakening.

After finally taking a shower, which I debated about in my head if I should take it or not, I step, out, towel wrapped around my body.

My eyes find myself in the mirror, and I notice the purple eye bags . Damn.

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I exit the boxing club's building, and cold air whips my face.

This week went fast, I'm getting more tired than usual. Routine I guess.