The Travelling Corpse

5. The Shot

I was awaken by the ringing of my phone. My head is pounding. Probably because of the bottle of wine I managed to gulp down in one sitting. It's pass 5 in the afternoon now.

I looked at my phone. It's my bestfriend Alana, calling using facetime. I didn't want to answer. But the ringing is not helping me ease this headache I'm feeling. So finally, I gave up.

"Hey!" I said.

"Shit you look like crap." She was smiling the moment I answered but she isn't anymore. "What happened to you? I thought you were doing fine there. I saw your post on instagram."

I knew that would fool them. "I'm fine."

"You don't look fine." Her worried eyes are going to make me cry.

"Can you blame me?" I snorted out.

"No. I'm sorry. We are all just worried about you and we felt happy seeing a photo of you with Arthur. I mean that's Arthur the Arthur of your teenage fantasies for Christ's sake!" She's smiling now which made me smile too.

"I know, I know. He's really nice. We talked within the duration of the whole flight"

"And?" She's pressing for more.

"And nothing."

"He didn't even ask for your number?"

"He did. He actually invited me to his gig tonight."

With that my bestfriend squealed. "You should go! Go! Go!"

"I can't. I don't want to."

"Why not? You shouldn't be drowning yourself with sadness down there bestfriend. This will be good for you. To take your mind from all the bad things that is happening. Give him a chance. Give yourself a chance."

Her words make perfect sense. I know she's right. But still..

"Okay. I'll think about it." I say just to please her.

"Don't think about it. Fix yourself now and Go!"

"Okay okay! Jeez! I'll just finish this thing I'm writing in my blog. Then I'll go."

"What blog?"

I let out a sigh. "I needed a venue to release my feelings."

"You have me." I felt a little bit guilty with her reply.

"I needed a venue to release my feelings where I will not be judge by my judgmental friends" I laughed trying to make it sound like a joke but in reality that is the reason why I created the blog in the first place. I needed to be alone with my thoughts.

"Okay." She answered. "Give me the link of this blog. So I know if I should already worry about you or what. I don't want you writing a suicide note down there and me not knowing about it."

I laughed. "I wouldn't kill myself!"

"Just to be sure." She smirked.

When the phone call ended, I lay back in the bed and stayed there for an hour or so. Thoughts keep pouring on my mind, thoughts about the wedding mostly; thoughts about my shattered dreams.

"They've probably already exchanged vows and kissed by this time" I say to myself as tears flow continuously from my dead tired eyes. "That should be me!!!!!!" I screamed loudly then cried again as if there's no tomorrow. I pressed my face against the pillow, my whole body jerking.

"I'm tired. I'm so so tired. I don't want to feel like this anymore" Still crying, I talk to myself loudly like I'm a crazy person.

"I'm tired of hurting." I continued then cried some more.

I wanted to get my ass up. Do something to get my mind off that bloody wedding. Go to the gig perhaps. But this pain I'm feeling is draining the life out of me.

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Tired from crying, I grabbed my phone. It's beeping nonstop. When I checked, it's from the notifications I am getting for that instagram picture of me and Arthur. A lot of my friends are leaving comments on that particular photo as if it is the biggest deal in the world. Some were even giving their congratulations; as if just like that I've already gotten out of misery. I let out a loud sigh.

"Jeez. These people." I muttered.

And then I noticed, Arthur added me. As soon as I accepted it, a notification popped. "Arthur added a photo of you" it says.

I clicked on it. It was a picture of me looking back at the airport when he called my name.

"So that's why he took out his cam" I didn't notice but I think I let out a smile. Then my attention turned into the caption.

"Met an amazing girl at the plane today. Never had I been so glad in missing a flight."