Losing Him

Troubled

Chapter Twenty-Four

Troubled

Savannah woke up sore, feeling so accomplished yet so empty at the same time.

She was a high-school graduate.

She survived the year that tested her the most. She was glad it was over.

It was a quiet Saturday morning.

She lay in bed as the soft sun rays peaked though the blinds.

She felt relieved, but there was a peculiar looming sense of dread. A sort of 'what now?' feeling.

By now Leon was on his way out of the country.

All she wished with all her heart was that he stayed safe and possibly call her as soon as his feet meet foreign grounds.

She wished she'd spoken to Mitchell more, but figured she'd have plenty of time to do that over the summer, not to mention next year at University.

Come to think of it, it's just her and Mitchell now, no Leon to hold the group together.

She got up and stretched, yawning like how she imagined a lion would.

She walked towards her dresser and picked up the notebook Leon had given her last night.

It was a brown, A4 sketch book bound with a spiral spine.

For something that looked so simple, it was breathtakingly beautiful.

She put the down the notebook and picked up the photos herself, Leon and Mitchell took last night.

She smiled like an idiot at.

She was so overwhelmingly grateful for a night like last night.

She didn't feel empty that it was over because now, she gets to cherish those moments forever.

She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.

She was at peace with everything. She looked tired but well rested at the same time.

She got all tingly thinking about all the books she could read now that her summer has technically officially begun.

The feeling of freedom was short lived as she remembered that she is yet to clear out her locker.

'Damn it!' she snapped at herself.

She had been putting it off for so long, not because she was lazy, but because she'd honestly forgotten to; when she was swept into the whirlwind of study, exams, retreat, general friendship drama and graduation preparation.

She'd thought she had been inside the gates of Holy Cross High for the last time but apparently not.

She jumped in the shower and washed away yesterday.

She threw on a pair of blue jeans and a simple striped, crop top.

She emptied her school bag and threw it over her shoulder.

She tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen in search of some light breakfast before she leaves when she's greeted with a scene unfolding before her that made her uneasy.

Her mother was sitting on the dining table, sobbing hysterically as her father rubs her back soothingly.

Savannah doesn't know what to do, her mother would cry often after the loss of her sister, but never this... dramatic.

Savannah had thought her mother had overcome the loss of her sister.

It didn't add up. It made Savannah feel as if something terrible had happened.