ANGEL

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SONG: How To Save A Life~ The Fray. I had this song on repeat while writing this chapter.(⌣̩̩́_⌣̩̩̀)

*PRESENT*

WARNING: SLIGHT MENTION OF DEATH. If you are triggered by it I suggest you not to continue reading further and skip this chapter.

NOTE: I know most of you must have noticed this earlier but if anyone's still confused, I'd like to clear this up that Amelia has two fathers as parents.

|| AMELIA'S POV ||

I sit near the window and watch as the month of March withers by. It is Tuesday afternoon and most probably one of the worst days of my entire being. I am aware of my lack of movement as my dad enters the room I'm sitting in. It has been an equally tough day for him too if not more. Today is the day we set my papa's ashes in the ocean.

 My dad just comes and sits beside me. As I come to think of it, he is probably waiting for me to shift my stare from the window to him. I just continue to stare out the window. I hear him take a breath and nudge me with his pointer on my elbow.

"We need to talk."- He says. This grabs my attention a little bit.

 I feel a scorching headache coming on. I have this sudden urge to just lie down on the floor and close my eyes. Recently I've been a sucker for these feeling. Over the past couple of weeks, I've had a growing infatuation to go swimming. Although its monsoon season here in Cali, it hasn't stopped me to go every morning to the communal club which has a decent sized pool. I just love the feeling of lying in the water on your back and not moving at all. I have also come to adore an empty auditorium. I came across one accidentally during school hours when I was trying to find my chemistry professor to sign my journal before the deadline.

"Sit up, it's just a talk."- My dad continues, once he notices a curious look painted across my face. I smile politely back at him as I sit up to have a proper conversation. I remark as drizzling of rain starts to occur out the window in the corner of my eye. My dad just politely nods right on through.

He takes a breath and exhales rather too loudly. "Look, it's not that I haven't noticed how you have been a little out of it lately. But, to be honest I don't know what kind of a reaction I should be expecting. Hell, even I don't know how to react to this. "

He stops and scans my face for any kind of change in emotion that my surface. I just nod along hoping it to make up for my lack of answer. When my dad looks mildly satisfied with my answer, he continues.

"I just want you to know that your dad was never an alcoholic. He only used to drink occasionally. I don't know what compelled him that evening to drive while he was so drunk."

"I understand, dad."- I nod at him.

"Anyways, I know you will snap out of whatever phase you're going through. You always do. I know it's been rough for you. You too used to be so close. "- my father said.

All I can do at this point is to continue to nod. I feel the headache flare through like a wildfire. I'm not physically or emotionally capable of continuing this conversation. I might have a break-down.

 My papa got caught up in an accident on the way home. We were informed that we lost him on his way to the hospital in the ambulance. It was also later established to be a drink and drive case. Fortunately, my dad doesn't continue this conversation and leaves to go sit on the rocking chair in his room. 

I love my dad to bits and pieces and watching him grieve over the loss of the love of his life just breaks me further more. He has not sat anywhere except for that chair. I remember my papa used to sit there every morning and read the newspaper while my dad cooked breakfast. I jolt a little as I recognize the memory fading in my brain. I don't ever want to forget these memories. It's one of the things that scare me. The past couple of days, I've been having this recurring thought. I feel like I have a lot of things that are wrong with me. Yes, I am mature enough to recognize my problems and even understand that every person has their problems. But believe it or not, I have too many. Too many to accept, too many to recognize, too many to control and too many to solve. 

Have you guys ever heard of this~ The Golden Child Syndrome 

Read it up! Its honestly very interesting. I have tried to show some effects of what actually happens during this. 

 The Golden Child is, over time, destined for a moment of breakdown when the hopes invested in it fail to be realized. The Golden Future will, it starts to be clear, never materialize, but a bigger prize awaits: a feeling of liberation from expectations that were always disconnected from reality.