I am dedicating this to my lovely author here in wattpad. Ate thanks for making me laugh and happy on your stories.
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I wake up early today for school. All of my assignments were done already. I already assesed by my tiutor Felises. She's my personal tutor here in the house.I am really thankful because of her. Yesterday my Grandma asked me about the school and it makes me think.
I ain't have friends there yet. But the school was awesome. Lot's of peoples talking about today's trends. I like how the things work. I meet different kind of people. The teachers gave so much lessons and assignments everyday.
As I came to my room I saw few students talking at the back of the room. Some of them are familiar. I choose the seat I sitted yesterday. It's so awkward because as I walk through the room they are all stairing at me. Few talks about me like as if I am not there. Oh well I don't care at all. As when I already comfortable to my place, someone get my bag from the back.
I feel annoyed to the person who get my bag and so to know who get it I feel shocked
"Hi Yanna!" said Kate
"Kate?" my expression now is like as if I'm asking her why she get my bag
"Oh nice! you still remember my name" she smiles at me "C'mon Yan, sit beside me" She come closer to me and whisper "You don't want to be seated beside those trashtalks people, do you?"
"okay" I stood up "Where would be my place then?"
She smiled at me and start to walk and she placed my bag on a vacant chair "We got your back"
I then follow her and sits on the seat where she put my bag. I saw that she's with her friends I met yesterday. They are all smiling at me and so I smiled back to them. I am not yet so comfortable with them yet but I try to.
Suddenly the class has started. Our lessons are all the advance lessons of my tutor so it feels easy. At our lunch, we all go to the garden after we bought a lunch.
"You're so quiet Yanna" Terrence said to me
"i just don't talk too much if I have nothing to say"
"Maybe you're just not so comfortable with us" He say's smiling while staring at me
How can I be comfortable if there's a person staring at me like, as if it's the last time he could see me. So comforting bro
I just smiled at him. I don't know why but there's something on the looks they gave to me and to Terrence.
Lunch time
"Ay Yell, alam mo andaming wafo dito sa school na to. Ke tatangos ng mga ilong"
We all look at the girl speaking. My friends... I mean my new friend gave a confusing looks then ignore her and continue their lunch. But she got my whole attention. I just realized that she noticed that I am staring at her.
"Ahhh... bakit (why)?" She asked me "I mean why?"
I look at her "Ahhh... w-wala"
"Pinay ka?" I was shocked for what I said. I understand her language. She stares at me "You look so familiar"
"I am?" I asked her confusely
"Y-yeh" She stares at me as if she eas trying to remember me "O my! Cyan!" She said hesterically. Her eyes were widely opened "I-ikaw ba yan Cyan?(Is that you Cyan?)"
"W-what are you saying?" I asked her though it was so weird that I could understand what she was saying. I felt the numbness of my whole body. I can't even move. But I am trying ignore her. Ignore everything that coming in my mind. I smile at her "Excuse me... I am not Cyan" I said with respect "I am Yanna"
"Oh... I am really sorry. You just look like her so very much. All the physical features are exactly the same as her" She's still staring atr while saying those things
My brows unintently goes up "Oh... Really?... We should meet someday" I just said
Her expression become sad "I'm sad because it could never happen"
I became confused "W-why not?
She smile but her eyes looks so sad "She died 5 yrs ago"
"Five years a-ago?" I said while my hands felt like shivering because of the shocked of everything I heard "I am sorry for that. W-what happened to her?" I am already standing close to her
How can I feel no trembles if someone told me that I looked like someone who was dead? I mean that thought makes me feel goosebumps
"Hmmn... We ain't really know. We just found her dead body at the morgue after the police found it. It was one month before we found her"
I see through her face that she's keeping herself not to cry. I felt sorry for them and scared. Who'll never be scared when someone told you that you look like someone who is dead already? Lot of things are running in my mind now.
"That's... " I cut the sentence
"Yea... She was brutally murdered but it's still a mystery till this days" I look at her like I am shocked and asking why "No one can do anything about this. They can't solve the case" She looks up and was like trying not to cry
"That was horrible. It's been a years!"
"Yeah... I am not that close to her but she's my bestfriend bestfriend. I talked to her before and she's awesomely understanding and sympathizes ppl. I don't feel jealous of her being with my bestfriend because we becime closed friends too and was goin to bestfriends but the tragedy happens"
I don't really know what to say. She said a lot of things. I am shocked so I am speechless. And many more questions running through my mind.
"What is Cyan's full name?" I asked out of the blue
"Cyan Astell Creba. She was the type of person who ain't noticed well and so the reason she could noticed all while observing them. I became sad when I heard that, But mostly, my bestfriend was the one who was hurt at her death. She even can't accept the truth that Cyan was already dead" she sighed "I just hope Mhielle could move on now"
"M-Mhielle!?"
"W-why? Do you know her?" She asked
"Ah... Nope" I replied to her "J-just unique" I smile "Uhm okay sorry for disturbing you. You're talking to someone before"
"Oh... I forgot Mhielle. Was talking to her before. But it's fine its via skype though" she said
"Oh okay nice meeting you" I smile "got to go back"
"Okay" she smiled back
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