Atelophobia (Phobia Series #3)

Prologue

Disclaimer: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. ANY NAMES, CHARACTERS, EVENTS, STORIES, BUSINESS THAT MAY SEEN IN OTHER EVENTS OF LIVING PERSON OR STORIES ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL. IT WAS ALL CREATED BY THE AUTHOR (ME)

Again, PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME!

Niyana's pov.

I stretched my left arm and covered the sun, it burns my skin.

I thought I'd be okay. I thought I'd be fine eventually. But it was all a thoughts not done in reality and to my actions.

I keep on dodging their presence, they can't notice me but I do. Ako 'yong umiiwas, ako 'yong hirap na hirap nang gawin iyon.

I bit my lower lip as I watch Nev and Kuya Aziel walk side by side. It's been one year since they are together, two years since Kuya Aziel told me He will never like me, but I still can't move on.

I descend my left arm into my thighs but as soon as I lay my hand in my thighs, I almost jumped to the ground from sitting on the branch of the tree when Nev turned around.

I swiftly turned my back to them. I am now in the last year of senior high school, maybe I'll just transfer school when I start my college year.

I left a deep breath as they disappeared from my sight. My sigh grow deeper as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

"Can't you just give me a break?" I whispered before deciding to answer the call.

"Yana baby, go home early, may pupuntahan tayong business dinner." Panimula ni Mommy pagkasagot ko. "Ah no, I'm going first, sunod ka nalang doon, sinabi ko na sa sundo mo." Dugtong ni Mommy.

"Okay." Sagot ko at pilit ngumiti kahit hindi naman niya ako nakikita. "See you later." Dugtong ko pero agad akong pinatayan ng tawag.

I breathe heavily. Just talking to her feels suffocating. I'm tired faking that I'm strong and happy in everything she wants me to do. I'm tired doing everything that seems perfect for her but I just can't let her down.

Even she kept on dragging Nev's name whenever she talks to me, even she kept on praising Nev because Nev is too good, too perfect for her, I still loves her. Even she kept on comparing me to the daughters of her other socialites, I kept on smiling.

Doing that every day is so exhausting but I just can't speak what I really feel.

People always saying I'm cool because I always do and say what's on my mind without feeling anxious but they are wrong. I always kept my mouth shut, my perspective sealed, my emotions bottled inside me. What I'm doing everyday is differ from the true me. They think I'm cool and strong but the truth is I'm just a mere human who can't even talk back, a weak shit.

Ibinulsa ko na muli ang cellphone ko 'tsaka napag-isipang maglakad na. Ayoko pang umuwi.

Dire-diretsyo akong naglakad palabas ng gate. Mabilis ang lakad ko upang hindi ako mapansin ng sundo ko.

"Hi Niyana." Hindi ako nag abalang tumigil o lumingon manlang sa kung sinong tumawag saakin.

Mga lalaki or should I say fuckboys lang naman 'yon na sabik sa mga babaeng magaganda na akala mo naman makapili sila ng mga babae, ang gwa-gwapo eh. Hindi na nga gwapo ang pa-pangit pa ng ugali.

Dumiretsyo ako sa isang maliit na tindahan medyo malapit sa unibersidad.

"Ms. Yana?" Mabilis kong ibinulsa ang kabibili kong isang pack ng sigarilyo at lighter.