I found myself puking this morning, the alcohol leaving my system. I could hear my mother and father arguing some more; I let a sigh of relief escape my mouth as I closed the toilet lid. Staring off into space made my mind felt at ease; no thoughts, no sounds, just complete silence. The sound of glass shattering brought me back to reality; a sigh left my lips as I turned the shower head on. Stripping out of last night's clothes and stepping under the cold water made me shiver and gasp at the sudden feeling of icy water. Turning the handle to the right, feeling the water turn warm.
It always takes me twelve minutes to shower, including my facial routine and brushing my teeth. Ten more putting lotion on, deodorant, getting dressed, perfume, and brushing my tangled curls, with the proximity of two more minutes to find my shoes and bookbag. A sign left my lips as I grabbed my phone and headed out of my room, "Izzy?" Mother called out. I turned to see she had cried again; I forced a small smile. "I'm gonna head to college now," I said, wanting to avoid any conversation with her.
After years of witnessing and going through a lot of pain made me and my mother became total strangers; I watched her nod as she took a swig of the vodka. "Hurry back," She spoke quietly. I nodded and left the house that reeks of alcohol and cigarettes ; I caught a glimpse of the woman from last night leaving in a taxi. I looked over to see a tall figure dressed in a suit getting inside a classic 1967 impala; sadly, I didn't get a look at his features. Gripping my bookbag, I start my walk to college.
My parents wanted me to continue with my education in business; I grew a dislike for it, so I dropped out and enrolled in Mortuary science. Some would find it quite odd for a young woman like me to like the idea of working with deceased bodies; dead people never scared me since they no longer breathe and move. I could blame it on my love for gore and horror movies, but I've just witnessed many people die around me.
I hurried up the stairwell to building A6, the Science Center of biology and anatomy. A couple of students sat on the ground on their phones while others ran to their classrooms; my eyes felt tired. I feel exhausted; everything around me is going by fast. A sigh left my lips as I got to Anatomy class, taking a seat in the far back, getting away from the center.
I look up to see the familiar figure from earlier, "Good morning, students; my name is Professor Bahng, and I'll be your anatomy professor for the semester." His voice was low and rich, with a hint of an accent slithering through each word. I gaze at the textbook; my mind is starting to wander off. I've never been able to focus on anything; my attention span was of a puppy. I fidget at a sudden movement against the desk; I turn to see a pair of black dress shoes standing by me. I look at Professor Bahng with a worrisome expression, "Are you alright?" He asked. I flattered a smile and nodded, "Of course, just tired, that is all." I said. He sighed and nodded before continuing with today's introduction; college classes were the escape from home. An escape from my parents' arguing and everything else that triggers my depression.
I ensured my attention was on my assessments and not on anything else; a small yawn escaped my lips as everyone got up from their seats while Professor Bahng dismissed the class. I closed the textbook and grabbed my things, "Ms...Ms. Gutierrez?" Professor Bahng asked. I turned to look at him as he approached me, "Yes?" I asked. He smiled, "I knew you looked familiar, next door neighbor." Professor Bahng said, letting a small laugh leave his plump lips. "Right, of course, I'm sorry. My mind is fuzzy," I said with a small smile; Professor Bahng had once again that same worried look on his face. "Are you sure everything is alright?" He asked; I let a small laugh leave my lips. "You live next door. I assume you know everything about what happens next door to you," I said; he got shy.
"I don't listen in on people's business; I don't like the idea of eavesdropping on my neighbors." Professor Bahng said as guilt consumed me; I bit my lip and nodded. "Well, I should get going. It was lovely meeting you...neighbor," I said with a smile and left his classroom.
I didn't even feel like going to my third class today; I just want to sleep and wake up next week
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UNHOLY (On Writer's Block)
FanfictionRomance was dead in her family, but Lacey (Elizabeth) Gutierrez craved it. She craved the romance written in the pages of a hardcover spinal; she wanted the roses, the chocolates, the letters, and the dates. But what she craved the most was the affe...
