Like A Movie

Chapter One

TW: This chapter may have include bad parents, depression, anxiety and panic attacks. You can skip this but this chapter includes where Karma got her bad attitude or is she really that bad? Or she's just doing that to hide her true self? (pls skip this chapter if you think the words mentioned above can trigger you)

Nagising ako ng maaga dahil may shooting kami today. Napili kasi akong model sa isang sikat na clothing brand. Super hectic ng schedule ko kaya halos di na kami magkita ni Thomas. Miss ko na siya.

Bumaba ako ng hagdan at sumalubong saakin ang sigawan at away ng mga magulang ko. They're always like this. Ayaw mag divorce dahil sa reputation na iniingatan nila. They don't care about my feelings and my well being.

"I wish i never met you!"

"Do you really think i never regretted everything that happened between us?!"

Nag-iisang anak lang ako. Okay na din siguro yun para ako lang ang makakaranas ng ganito from them. As the only child of two influential people, I'm always the center of attention, which I never really wanted, but I need to like it to live with it. One mistake can ruin your image. Dumiretso ako sa kusina, ignoring my parents. Wala din naman silang pake sa akin.

"Ano po ang breakfast today?" I asked one of our maids.

"Bacon and egg po, meron din ditong salad." She answered.

Kumain na ako dahil malapit na akong malate sa shooting na hindi ko hahayaang mangyari.

Dumating na ang manager ko sa bahay. Thankfully, my parents stopped arguing before she came.

Gusto ko na sana mag move out at tumira sa condo na gift saakin ng grandparents ko last year nung nagdebut ako.

Medyo hirap na din akong magfocus sa pag aaral kaya they decided na mag online class nalang ako. I'm a business management student. Di ko naman gustong mag business management e, i want to be a doctor kaso pinilit ako ng parents ko kasi ako lang daw mag magmamana ng business namin.

I almost never got to enter a school. Lagi akong online class. Last time na umattend ako ng school and met kids that have the same age as me ay nung kindergarten pa.

Pinagmodeling and acting na kasi ako simula nung bata pa. Para akong manika ng mga magulang ko, laging kinocontrol. Nakakasakal na.

Sumakay na ako sa van namin at dun ako inayusan ng make up artist ko. Kinuha ko naman ang phone ko at nagtext kay Thomas.

Karma: hey!! i'm getting ready for my shoot na.
Karma: ikaw ba? wyd?

Nakatitig lang ako sa phone ko at hinihintay na magreply siya but i got nothing in response.

Tinago ko nalang ang phone ko sa inis at hinayaan ang make up artist ko na gawin ang kung ano man sa muka ko. Nasan kaya yun? Bakit hindi siya nagrereply?

a few hours later..

Natapos ang shooting at badtrip pa din ako. Buti nalang at di naapektuhan ang pag popose ko infornt of the camera. I did a great job. I looked at my phone but there's still nothing.

That's it, i'm calling him.

Thankfully he answered.

Thomas: Why Karma? What do you need?

Karma: Bakit di ka nagrereply?

Diretso kong tanong.