Lahat ng Kabanata ng Head Over Shoulders : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 115

My graduation has to be one of the worst days of my life. Evana and her parents said they'd come a little later because of a family emergency, so I was basically alone in this fucking campus like a complete loser. While others took pictures with friends and families, I was itching for the packet of cigarettes in my pocket. My father, as promised sent me my graduation gift —another car and a ring to propose. He'd talked about proposing to her to keep her down with me and I nodded like I didn't feel vomit recoiling in my throat. A few of the guys I played basketball with come up to me with forced smiles plastered on their faces. I guess news spread fast that I was getting my father's company and now everybody wants to be on my good side. I try my very best to muster a pleasant expression as I look at them. "Hey Arch. Congratulations on graduating," Mike says and I stare at him for two reasons. First, who the fuck is Arch? And second, why congratulate me when you are graduating too?

"Mommy." I'm panting like a dog. My vision is blurry, and my legs wobbly, but I can hear the faintest noise. It's not my mother like I had thought. That strangled cry is mine. Why am I crying and why am I hearing myself from the distance?There's fog covering the ground I'm attempting to walk on, so I don't even know where I'm going. It feels like I'm looking for my mother, but I don't know why. "Ander," comes a breathless cry. The voice is somewhere in front of me so I pick up my pace. The faster I run the louder the voice, till I see where it's coming from. I take a quick halt as I stare at what is before —beneath me. My mother's coffin is open, both her arms at either side of the box. She's still bleeding from the cut on her wrist, only this time her blood reeks. "Ander," she says again turning her head to me. "Come to mommy." I know it's not real because my mother looks exactly like she did on her funeral. I shake my head and attempt to run away, but something pushes me right

Rustling of the sheets wakes me up. I turn my hungover head to Vicky. We lock gazes but he averts his eyes almost immediately. "Hi." I move closer to him but he's already off the bed. "No morning cuddles I'm guessing.""I have an early morning class Ander. Important things to do." I let him get ready as I stare at the ceiling. I can't remember the last time I drank that much. Probably during Angie's death. My memory is inconsistent because last thing I remember was getting a vodka. I do remember having a fit and also being in the bathroom with Vicky. But they're all a blur. The notification ping of his phone breaks my daydreaming. It happens the first time, second, third and till it's so consistent I want to break the device. I roll to his side of the bed to silence it but realize it's not Vicky's phone but mine. What's crazy is not even the notifications but the device is fully charged. I sure as hell didn't plug it. But why would Vicky? I pick the phone to see what the fuss is al