Part 3

I open the door of the house, next to my mother and everything lights up as if the sky was giving way to meet the sun. And when I am about to cross that luminous threshold.

TOCK TOCK TOCK

I hear a knock on a door in the distance, waking up from that paradise with my mother by my side and a world full of color.

I wake up to the sound of the door, I blink a few times to wake up. That done, I look around to realize that I am in a cubicle with my backpack between my thighs and the bottle of my pills between my fingers.

TOCK TOCK

Are you ok boy You have been inside for a long time- someone behind the door asks me- It must be the store manager maybe- I think as I open the door

"Yes, I'm fine" - I answer when I finish opening the door. Meeting a boy with blond hair.

"Thank heaven," he says with a sigh of relief, after I left the bathroom.

I look at the time on my wristwatch and it's 7:10 am- shit, I'm going to be late- I think as I get out of the store as fast as possible with the blonde boy following me

-Mmm, why are you following me? - Is he a thief? shit I must be prepared for these occasions

-Oh excuse me, I thought we could talk a little more- he says while touching the back of his neck- And where are you going?

-I'm going to the University of London, why? - I say indifferently while I see the "map" that the coffee maker gave me hours before

-Hey, I'm going there too- he says as he approaches my position- hey, I think that map is wrong

-Why what are you saying? - Damn it, don't tell me that I lost myself again- I think of the worst when the blond boy opens his mouth

-Because you are taking the longest way to get there- he takes the map from my hands and begins to review it- This is the shortest way- he points at me with his finger

-Mm thanks- I say relieved and look at him for a moment- Wicks

-Wicks?

-That will be your nickname, so get used to it and hurry up I'm late- I say as I start to run

-O yes, me too

We are going through the "shortcut" that says wicks to get to college faster, according to him

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-WE ARRIVED! - yells Wicks, calling the attention of other people on campus

I pretend that I don't know him and pass him by looking around me - I'll have to get used to this place, what a bummer - I think as I walk along the stone paths of the university seeing how everything is full of grass fibers and many trees that adorn and shade everyone under its green leaves.

-Hears! Don't leave me behind! - Wicks says arriving at my location showing a bit annoyed by my previous behavior- you asked for it, so watch out for the consequences- I think as I turn around to look at him face to face.

-And you don't attract so much attention, wicks- I say pointing at him with my index finger, while I see behind him a lonely and leafy tree in the distance- it looks simply beautiful- I think while I see the landscape that surrounds it.

-if as you say. Come on, do we have things to do or not? - He tells me and I feel that my brain connects again, taking me out of my reverie.

-O yes, let's go

We walk into college and I'm stumped by how big it is ... But what the heck? How much money should they have spent to build this huge establishment? - think,as thousands of numbers come to mind, I should know how much it costs. Someone touches my shoulder and I direct my attention to the subject on my left side

-Well, I have to go this way, see you for lunch?

-Yes of course why not, I have nothing else to do

-Ok, by the way before I go, what's your name?

-O of course, I'm Willow- I extend my hand

-I'm Andrew- shakes my hand- this is a good way to get to know each other

-If as you say- I say indifferent - now go, you will arrive later

-Yeah that's right. I'LL SEE YOU AT LUNCH!

He said goodbye before running through the halls to get to his class "earlier."

Now where is the room where the director is? Damn my chimpanzee memory, I forgot to ask where I was- I sigh wearily and start walking through the corridors of the university in the hope of never getting lost again and not arriving later to deliver the registration papers.

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But for me it is an immense waste of time, because instead of going to the point and arriving at my destination without much return, I was walking through the corridors exactly 30min and 40sec to find the room of the blessed director and in my consent. . It's the worst thing that can happen to you if you're 17 like me, so take your verbal crap to the other side of dirtying my shoes.

I knock on the door 2 times and wait

-PASS!

Says another voice behind the door. I take him at his word and decide to go inside, finding a middle-aged lady sitting behind a desk with some papers typing on the computer in front of her.

-Excuse me, I have come to deliver these documents for my record.

He extends his hand as a signal to give it to him.

I hand him the papers and introduce myself: I'm Willow Anderson.

He looks at me for a few seconds and then fixes it on the papers again, I imagine to check that everything is in order. After a few moments he looks up and looks me in the eye

-You are a foreigner, right?

-Yes ma'am

-Well, here it says he's 19 years old. At what age did your parents decide to bring you to this country?

-I'm actually 17 years old and I came here about 6 months and 3 weeks ago.

-Okay and where are your parents? because you are a minor

You had to ask that question right - My parents died 3 months ago and I live with a friend of my father - I lie with all my teeth, my parents died before I got here and I live alone in an apartment

Oh sorry, in that case I'll take care of terminating the remaining processes. Now I want you to go to class in room 3-14.

-Ok, thank you very much ma'am

-Have a nice day boy

I say goodbye and leave that room in the direction of room 3-14

Wait 3-14? Where have I heard of that number before? Well I'll find out when I get there, if I can do it clear

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I walk my path of thorns and green roses again. And before you ask, if they are now green, why? I do not know but this smell of chamomile is beginning to like this was the smell that my mother had always impregnated in her skin and in her clothes, she was always with her everywhere and I loved how we played airplane races or did a zoo with sheets and paper animals.

My father left the house a lot for work, but when he could he would join us in our games and adventures. Until I don't know what happened that night, I only remember that my mom came home with some bags and bottles, she was so innocent that I asked her: is that dinner, mommy?

Then he went upstairs with his things in his hands and 1 hour later Dad arrived all sweaty and did not understand why, if he left in the car.

-Son, where is your mother? - he says with concern in his eyes

-Hi dad, mom is upstairs with some things and I think it's dinner.

-Shit, stay here you hear me, do not go up you understood brat

-Mm yes dad- I tell him with fear that he will do something to me

My father climbs the stairs holding me to hear his boots every time they make contact with the pine wood floor that adorned the entire house. I hear how a door opens and a door closes with a slam, causing the room to be heard, initiating a series of screams, as things are thrown and some break against whatever is thrown at them.

With great fear I climb the stairs and walk down the small hallway to the door of my parents' room, I hear my mother screaming and some things crash against the door and my father also shouts forbidden words.

I walk over to the door and open it a bit, finding my mom crying as she walks towards the door where I am.

-Unfortunate! that's what you are and a bloody piece of trash, how can you be unfaithful to your wife and when you have a family already formed! you are a man without eggs, a coward!

-Shut up! Do you think he wanted a family? who wanted a child? It's a mistake and just because we don't use a condom! And I have the balls well placed woman of shit to tell you that you should have aborted it when I told you, but you did not want it, so close your filthy mouth and get drunk on your fucking alcohol!

I see how my dad takes a bottle from the bedside table-LET'S DRINK! - He throws it at my mother and crashes against the door, passing the bottle inches from your face

-DON'T YOU WANT ANOTHER? THEN TAKE! - Grab another ready to throw it but my mother collides with the door where I was watching the scene causing it to open completely causing my mother to fall to the cold ground

-Son- my mother from the ground looks at me with fear

-mom- I see her on the floor and I approach her

YOU, I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME UP !! - my dad points at me with his index finger

-Son runs- my mother tells me with a fear from beyond the grave

My father throws another bottle at the wall causing it to break, which makes me freeze in fear.

-DON'T MOVE- My father takes another bottle and throws it in my direction

-SOOON! -It's the last thing I hear before everything goes black once more.

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-Nuttelion