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Archer

Auteur: Ahbryellx
last update Date de publication: 2026-06-15 16:48:31

I haven't slept in days and it's showing. My hair is all over the place and my eye bags are the colour of my hair. I drag myself out of bed to consume the only thing keeping me alive. Coffee. Loads and loads of it.

Vicky hasn't come back home for days now. I have looked everywhere I can possibly look, but nothing. It's like he disappeared into thin air. Thoughts run through my mind like a marathon. Something tells me he's running away from me. I'm not delusional enough to know that's not true.
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  • Head Over Shoulders    Vicky

    Oh my goodness. I'm awake again. It's not a good thing to dread it, but I do. I wake up starving and run to the kitchen for anything edible or closely related to food. Archer has had groceries sent to me twice so far, so there's a decent amount of ingredients to choose from. I snack on the unopened tube of Pringles before making a cereal then an omelette then some toast. I may be eating a lot, but don't look it. I'm still skinny and maybe even paler than I was before. Checking my class schedule, I have 3 classes today, the first one starting in about an hour. I could skip, like I've been skipping but it's about time I go back to living a normal life. Nothing about the last few months have been normal, and I'm trying to end the trend of crazy. I take a relaxing shower and apply my makeup. It's minimal, just to hide the eye bags and my droopy cheeks. After one last fit check, I leave. My taxi is waiting for me right on time but I get to the class a little late. The professor allows

  • Head Over Shoulders    Ander

    I would've stayed asleep longer, but the growling coming from stomach or the gnawing of my intestines steal the sleep from my eyes. I roll around a couple times, and search on the nightstand for anything edible I might've left on it. There's nothing there. Few days ago, I googled why I didn't have an appetite. It was concluded — by website links that had already turned purple — to be anorexia. The only problem with believing that, is that I'm not actually anorexic, or I don't think I am. I would say I don't have a distorted body image, but I don't think i have an image at all. I've sort of been living in this bubble for a while now. A bubble where I exist and don't at the same time. A therapist would have answers to all this shit, I just need to get one first. I drag myself up, and to the bathroom. While on the toilet seat, I stare at the mirror staring at me. I'm speechless. That isn't me, is what I would've said if I didn't know it was me. Sunken cheekbones, hollow eyes, scars ev

  • Head Over Shoulders    Vicky

    It's been a few days since I was admitted into the hospital. I was supposed to be discharged 2 days ago, but I had another concussion. After a long conversation with the doctor, I was given the card of a psychiatrist. Wow, guess I'm no longer good at hiding my crazy. I stare at the card over and over again. So intently that I don't realize Brie — the nurse that has been taking care of me — walk in. "Hey sweetie, good morning. How are we today?" Brie is a kind nurse in her mid thirties with bright eyes no matter how deep in her shift she is. She's so good to me and honestly, that's exactly what I need. "I feel like shit." I straighten my back and rub my face. From the mirror across the room, I know I look like shit, I can see it in my hideous reflection. Unless the person staring back at me isn't me, which I'm sure is. Brie arranges my hair, not like that does anything because it falls right to where it was before. "Do you wanna talk about it?"She knows a little bit about the Math

  • Head Over Shoulders    Vicky

    I'm there again, the black void that consumed me for years, that haunted me. I can hear Angie. Her laughter. She always told me jokes I only appreciated because no one else was going to. Normally, every time I was here, she was crying. She screamed and yelled at me for putting her in this place. Owen told me it's not real. It was the guilt making me see things. I know that's the truth, but we as humans love lying to ourselves. "Angie?" I call out once her laughter morphs into tears. "Where are you Angie? Speak to me."Her figure forms, and it feels like I release a breath I've been holding for years. All the other times I was here, Angie was covered in blood. Sometimes missing limbs, other times missing hair. She always looked like she came straight out of a horror movie. But now, she's wearing her favourite dress, it's a ladybug design. She loved it because Ander bought it for her on her birthday. She looks at me. No guilt, no contempt, no hatred. And the corners of her lips twitc

  • Head Over Shoulders    Archer

    I haven't slept in days and it's showing. My hair is all over the place and my eye bags are the colour of my hair. I drag myself out of bed to consume the only thing keeping me alive. Coffee. Loads and loads of it. Vicky hasn't come back home for days now. I have looked everywhere I can possibly look, but nothing. It's like he disappeared into thin air. Thoughts run through my mind like a marathon. Something tells me he's running away from me. I'm not delusional enough to know that's not true. I finish my 3rd cup of coffee, would've taken more but my stomach is about sick of caffeine. My shower is hurried and so is my dressing. I can't afford to take more time than necessary.The only place I haven't gone is my family home. Initially, I never thought Vicky would be there. I'm sure he resents Ander too. Not as deeply as his resentment for me, but enough that he wants nothing to do with him. I don't blame him, I don't want anything to do with myself either. But I don't have a choice.

  • Head Over Shoulders    Vicky pt 1

    Archer did. You didn't kill Angie...Archer did. I'm numb. Physically and otherwise. I stare at my hand in Archer's. I should remove them. I should run away from him because he's the sick bastard that made me suffer, but I don't move. I watch him beat up Ander. Probably to kill him the way he killed Angie. But why would he kill his own sister? I'm trying to make it make sense. "Stop throwing a tantrum," my mouth says before my brain can decide if that is a bad idea or not. "Talk to me Archer. What the hell is Ander saying?"But he doesn't talk to me. He's in the position of straddling his brother and staring at his blood covered knuckles. "Talk to me," I repeat. Frustrating growing in my voice. "I said you should talk to me Archer. Fucking speak to me! Explain what he said."This is not the time to have a panic attack, even though it feels like that. I breathe, out of every hole in my body, to stabilize myself. "Archibald." I call him and he flinches. I hit him the first time, th

  • Head Over Shoulders    Vicky

    I'd much rather be asleep right now, but the sun is shining directly in my face. That and this massive migraine that won't let me think. I get up from my bed, but tip over the ever growing pile of empty alcohol bottles.The time is 11 a.m when I check it. It's a Saturday and I have absolutely no id

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-04-01

  • Head Over Shoulders    Vicky

    I pretend to be asleep, but I'm wide awake. I can hear Jesse moving his things. He's switching with Magnus . It's not so terrible because Magnus has treated me like a decent person. We don't talk much, that's for sure. But when we do, it's like he's forgiven me.When the room is emptied of Vicky's

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-03-30

  • Head Over Shoulders    Ander

    My head hurts like a bitch when I open my eyes. I feel nauseous and in pain. There's a woman standing over me. There's something in her hand and I can hear her speaking to me. "Huh?," My speech is slurred. "What's going on?""Oh. He's awake." My vision clears and I realize I'm in a hospital. My fi

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-03-30

  • Head Over Shoulders    Vicky

    It's like I'm in a steam room. My vision is blurry and I'm sweating intensely. Faintly, I can hear a child screaming. I don't know where exactly I'm going, but it doesn't stop my feet from moving. It feels like I get closer and closer to the sound. That's when I realize, it's not just any random ch

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-03-29
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