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Trust me.
Go with me.
Let's go.
Ano ba ang problema mo? Hindi ka ba aayos?
I screamed. Screamed. Until my throat hurts.
Scratched myself. Pulled my hair.
"No. No. I'm fine. Yes. I'm fine."
I laughed. Yes. I'm fine. I cried. I screamed.
"Hahahaha"
I laughed. I'm really fine.
Tumayo ako at tinignan yung mga butterfly na gawa ko.
"You guys are so beautiful."
I touched them carefully. Afraid that I'll ruin my masterpiece.
"The guy went to jail"
I told my butterflies as if they're going to speak back. I cried again.
I'm such a loser.
All I want is someone to care for me. But why won't they give it to me? Do I need to kneel? Do I need to beg while the cloud cries too? I guess so.
Someone knocked on the door. And I carefully touched the butterflies.
"Excuse me. I was just wondering if I can talk to you."
It's the guy. Who saved me.
I smiled at him. And told him to sit at my chair near the butterflies that I made.
"Can you tell me what happened before the incident?"
He's asking me. Maybe because I won't answer the nurses, especially my psychiatrist. They just do it for their work so why would i. They don't really care about me.
I don't even know how I got here. I just woke up in my bed that day.
"Aren't they beautiful? I made them"
I smiled at him. He's nice. I know that. He saved me. He's not like those other people that will hurt me. I know that.
"Yes. They're beautiful. But can you answer my question?"
He's persistent to know. But I'm avoiding it.
"Gusto mo turuan kita? Come on. What is your favorite color? Maybe blue? Red? I think your favorite color is Green?"
Kinuha ko yung mga colored papers ko at pinakita sakanya.
"My favorite color is Yellow. So, habang ginagawa natin yan pwede mo ba sagutin yung mga tanong ko?"
I smiled at him. And I said yes.
Habang tinuturuan ko siya gumawa. Nagsalita siya.
"So what happened before the incident?"
I stopped. Bakit gustong gusto nila malaman? Eh ayoko naman sabihin. Ayoko na maalala.
"I don't want to remember it."
Naintindihan niya naman siguro. He continued making the butterfly and telling me that the butterflies that I made were beautiful.
Habang gumagawa ako ay napansin ko na nakatingin siya sakin but when I looked at him, he looked away.
I didn't mind it and just continued making my butterfly.
Natapos niya rin yung ginagawa niya but the butterfly didn't look like a butterfly.
I laughed at it and he just plainly smiled at me.
I decided to stick the yellow butterfly on my headboard and looked at him.
"There. I'm going to put it there because that thing will be out of place pag nilagay ko sa window."
He looked at me with his brows furrowed.
"Why?" he asked.
"Kasi hindi naman siya kamukha nung mga gawa ko"
He looked at my butterflies at tumango naman siya.
"I need to go now. I still need to review."
He didn't wait for my reply and just went out of my room.
Review? He goes to school?
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BINABASA MO ANG
We Found Love (Short Story)
Short StoryEveryone thought she was crazy. But she's not. She was sent to a mental institution. And she can't do anything about it. __ story is written in tagalog&english = taglish