Gabriel's
As I went back to the dorm, a little tipsy, I stumbled upon the stairs but immediately stood up, afraid that someone might see me like this. I even had a hard time opening the door because I can't put the key inside, but I was able to open it eventually. Again, I stumbled upon entering the room so I had to crawl towards my bed.
Think I had gone too far tonight that I've pushed myself beyond my alcohol tolerance. It's because of what Mike said. He reminded me of my Dad, making me want to brushed off the thought of him by drinking too much. I really hate it when someone had triggered my memory about that person.
He was supposed to be long forgotten.
But I also understand that Mike is unaware about my issues with my Dad so I don't have a choice but to just keep it to myself. I removed my shoes using my feet and then fished my phone in my pocket to check what time is it.
It's already 1:00 am in the morning. It's probably 1:00 pm there. She's probably awake. I tried dialing my Mom's number. After a few rings, someone answered the other line but I'm certain that it's not Mom.
It's her personal therapist.
The one that I hired to take care of her 24/7 while she stays in the States. I decided to move her there just so she could get the best treatment for her condition.
"Hello, Sir Gabriel?" The therapist said so I cleared my throat before speaking.
"How's everything there? Is there any improvement?" I asked her. It was then I heard her sigh and that speaks of bad premonition for me.
"Still the same, Sir. She won't talk to anyone. Still staring at nowhere. But she called your name this morning, seems like she had dreamed of you." I can feel my tears welling up just by hearing my Mom's condition from the therapist.
I tried to hold my sniffles and immediately wiped the tears that had escaped my eyes. I got up from my bed and decided to sit on my solo couch for a while. I can't help but to smile bitterly as I recall how we ended up this way.
"Can you please tell her that I called?" I asked and the therapist immediately responded. After that, I decided to end the call and just stare into nothingness.
My Mom had been like this for 6 years already. I decided to move her to the States just so she could get the best treatment from the psychological experts. But there's still no progress.
It all happened 6 years ago. When my Dad said that he'll be out of the country for some overseas transaction and that he'll only be fine for three days. But that was the biggest lie that I've ever heard.
Cause he never came back for us.
The next thing I knew, he had already filed a divorce papers for him and Mom. And what's worst, my Mom signed it. As if there's nothing to lose. Later, I found out that he actually have a mistress and they flew far away from me and my Mom just so we can't bother him anymore.
He left everything.
Our business.
His wife and his son as if they are just nothing but a burden to him.
If it wasn't because of Uncle Dave, my Mom's brother, we wouldn't be able to carry on. He's the one managing the business now as I was still studying and it's also obvious that my Mom can't handle it.
My mom had developed Dysthymia.
She had lost the will to live.
She suffered from her husband's unfaithfulness but had no choice but to keep it to herself because she's worried that I wouldn't be able to handle such pain. She kept everything all by herself causing her to permanently remain silent.
I can feel my tears rolling down my cheeks as I think of how my Mom suffered from a cheater. Many questions runs in my head and most of them remained unanswered.
One of that questions is why did my father cheat?
What does cheating feels like?
And I know for a fact that the answer will not easily come at me unless I try it.
So here I am now.
My father made me like this.
He left me and my mom and I had to see my Mom suffer.
"When will you get better, Mom? You're the only one that I'm holding onto." I know that saying these things was just a nuisance cause no one can ever hear my pleas.
That night, I spent the time crying. Letting all out for once just before it could get heavy. Needed to let off some steam after remembering how my father managed to left his family behind for another woman.
But come to think of it.
Cheating.
It is indeed satisfying.
Call me hypocrite by being mad at my Dad while doing the same thing he did but I don't care. This is the way I cope up with all these bullshits.
By playing the game my Dad had played.
Gabriel'sIf it wasn't because of my alarm, I'm damn sure that I'll be sleeping all day. I groaned as I reached for it on my bedside table and turned it off. I stared at the ceiling as I feel my head aching. Probably because of hangover.'I should remind myself not to drink too much next time. Geez.'I looked around my room and frowned as I saw a can of Sprite and 3 oranges on my mini dining table. I hurriedly got up from my bed and looked around totally disoriented because of this fucking hang over.Nothing's changed. Everything is on their right places except for the clothes that I wore last night--'Wait, what?!'I looked at my whole under my blanket and saw that my clothes were changed!'What the fuck is happening?!'I walked towards the dining table and plucked the sticky note that is attached on the can."These can
Gabriel's"What's with that murderous look of yours, Gab? You look like someone who would kill any time." Mike said as I sat down beside him but instead of answering him, I sighed before taking the oranges from my bag. "Aow, oranges. Can I have some?" He tried reaching for my oranges but good thing I'm quick enough to move it away from him."Mine." I said as I glared at him and he had no choice but to back off while puckering. He even scratched his head as he look at me."You should really remind yourself not to drink too much. Aside from being grumpy, you're also being stingy because of your hangover. Sharing is caring, you know?" He said, as if trying to guilt trip me but to no avail.'Caring, my ass. You didn't even bother to take me home last night and now you're talking about caring? Tsa!'I just glared at him before peeling the orange in front of him and he watched me.&nb
Gabriel'sEveryone was kind of dumbstruck while looking at the professor who keeps on clapping while looking at Maze. He then smiled before facing the projection and used the remote to show another slide.The slide contains the patient's diagnosis chart. The whole class fell in silence as we all focused on the encircled phrase at the lower part of the slide which proves that Maze's diagnosis is correct.The patient really has schizoaffective disorder.Mike and I looked at each other and I can see that he, same as me, didn't expect that Maze was quite a big brain. And a conceited one! I looked at Mac and his expressions clearly show defeats. He also looks upset but couldn't do anything cause it's obvious that he lost and that picking on Maze is not a good idea at all.'Well, who would've thought that this arrogant vocalist is smart?'I looked at Maze and he's just s
Gabriel'sMaze's looks shows how he regrets participating the questcussion this morning. It's obvious that he doesn't want to work with me. I can feel it. But I totally don't understand why."Where's Mike?" Top asked as he drives towards the dorm. Well, he volunteered to drop us at my dorm so that Maze won't have to walk anymore. And as for Mac, he has his own car but Maze didn't want to go with him so he's just following us from behind. Mike went home already with the other three."He already went home with the three idiots." I answered. Maze is sitting at the backseat while I'm on the passenger's seat. "By the way, I haven't seen the other members of TAM today. Where are they?" I asked Top while looking at the rearview mirror where I can see Maze looking outside the window as if he's oblivious about his surrounding. Top looked at me before focusing on the road again and he chuckled."They have an activ
Gabriel's"Here's your drink." I said as I handed Mac a glass of orange juice. We've already set up a mini study table in the middle of my room. The books and my laptop is now prepared and we're only waiting for Maze to arrive."What's taking him so long?" Mac asked after drinking almost half of the juice and I shrugged cause I don't know either. "Do you know where his room is?" He asked and all I gave him a 'seriously' look before putting both of my hands on my side."I just found out that we live in the same building and floor and now you expect me to know where his room is? Seriously, Mac?" I said and he winced because he realized how stupid his question was.It was then we heard a knock on the door so we both looked at each other."That must be him." He said and I nodded before walking towards the door and opening it. I looked at him with wide eyes, mouth agape as I scan his wh
Maze's"Ahhh! Finally!" Mac exclaimed right after we finished the final touches for our presentation tomorrow. I heard Gab sighed but I didn't bother looking at him as I was still busy saving our work on my laptop and copying it to a flash drive for a spare copy for the both of them.It's already 10:00 pm. Good thing, Mac had bought some snacks for us to eat, or else, I'll be starving by now."Oh, by the way, is it okay for you not to go to the bar?" I was quite surprised when Gab asked me that question as if we're close.Tsk. I admit that I didn't tried to pick on him tonight. It's because I have to focus on our presentation so I had to control myself and act civil towards him. But that doesn't mean that I'm up for a casual conversation with him."Oh, right. I heard you're the vocalist of Thoughts at Midnight. You're the talk of the town because of your talent." Mac in
Maze's"Have you eaten dinner?" I watched as my Mom assisted my Dad in removing his coat and tie and suddenly, my favorite steak tasted bitter.My Dad didn't answered her question and just proceeded to kitchen island and pour himself a glass of whiskey. He looked at me and I met his gaze with equal coldness. The household has always been like this whenever he came home from work.Cold.Quiet.If it wasn't because of Mom, I can never call this my home anymore. But my Mom is my home. And that's enough for me to cope up. For now."Aren't you going to join me and your son?" Mom asked again and I can't help but to secretly snort. It's obvious that we're not his family anymore yet my Mom kept acting so martyred.What a good wife she is.And how she didn't deserve such man."No, thanks.
Gabriel's"Now that we're finally able to tell everyone the subtypes of schizophrenia and its stages, why don't we play a guessing game?" I smiled at my block mates and I even saw Mike smiling at me from his seat while clapping his hands silently. I looked at Maze and he nodded at me before taking over. Mac and I are done presenting the 5 main subtypes of schizophrenia which is paranoid, disorganized, catatonic, undifferentiated and residual schizophrenia and even the three stages of it. Now, we're down to proposing different situations which involves the imaginary patients and their symptoms.Before speaking, Maze looked at me and Mac and nodded before showing us a thumbs up. I can't help but smile cause I feel validated. But my smile faded when I remember what happened last night and I avoided his gaze and looked at pur block mates who seems to be too drawn by the mesmerizing creature in front of them.I even saw