Never Die

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In the eye of everyone, there's differences. Good, bad, smart, kind, introvert, extrovert, wierdo, goons, angels and devils. Which one are you?

"Marasigan!" In third time our math teacher shout one of my classmate. Walang nagsalita pero puno ng bulungan ang room. Mayroong lumingon sa upuan ng tinatawag. Mayroong sumisigaw nang inulit na pangalan at mayroong walang pake't inaantok.

Ma'am Paniza breath in disappointment. Napailing iling pa sya habang minamarkahan ang index card para sa list of attendance namin.

"Ilang araw na yan si Marasigan. Grade 10, Emilio Aguinaldo, may balita ba kayo?" Pagbubukas nya nang topic kung saan may mga taong wala nalang sagot kung nasaan.

Ma'am Paniza stared at Manolo, who is president in the class and start commanding the student to look out for Marasigan.

Naputol ang kakadiin ko na lapis doon rin naputol ang tingin ko sa kanila. I just sign and slouched my body in my chair.

Napatingin ako sa kanan, kung saan katabi nang isang babae kong kaklase ang isang walang lamang bangko.

Cheyenne Fay Marasigan. The girl still missing for three days. They're no sign of her. Even her friends still thinking that she just to lazy to be present. Who thought strange when in fact she has the reason not to join every class.

"Bakit ko i-chachat yan? Napakaarte at malandi pa. Nakipag balikan pa naman kay Paolo e' may jowa na yun" I heard one of the girl in my back. Probably one of Marasigan sick friends.

"Oo nga. Lagi naman syang ganyan pinakikisamahan ko lang. Wala e' baka ma-ano lang ako ng tropa nya. Last year nga may binugbog silang babae. Si Cheyenne naman ang may kasalanan." May malakas pa kong narinig na singhap.

"Talaga. Pokpok naman tapos mga adik ang tropa. Kaya feeling ko walang mararating yan. Naasa lang sa tropa. Puro tropa. Hindi rin naman maganda" I definitely know that the girl face turn into sour. Their bitter gossips about Marasigan continued. Hindi ko nalang pinakinggan.

Tumitig nalang ako sa harap kung saan ang pisara.

In the eye of everyone, someone is deceiver. They said, it hurts when they stab you infront but they don't know it can make you more hurt when they stab you where you can't see it. It also bleeds with words that you don't know that have every meaning.

You don't see anything when you give too light to the person, behind them there's a shadow. We can't be a person that the society wants. We are not born to please people. But when you are too hard, you are lonely.

Being blinded is not bad. Seeing people hurting you and you don't do anything to get rid of them because of fear of losing is definitely bad.

Cheyenne Marasigan is the term. She is not blind. She is just stupid.

Natapos ang klase namin ng pahapon na. The Marasigan topic is still fresh and intact on my classmates mind. That topic just slowly fade when another tomorrow comes.

Palabas na ko nang makita ko ang isang lalaking kausap ang mga plastic na kaibigan ni Cheyenne. The boy looks problematic while speaking to them. He has patch that grade 9 have.

Umiwas ako nang tingin nang napadaan sa akin ang mata nya. Dali dali akong umalis sa kumpol nang tao para maka uwi nang maaga. My father would scold me when i come home late.

"Oizys!" Someone shouted my name when i was in the middle of stairs.

Inirolyo ko nalang ang mata ko nang marinig ang pamilyar na tinig nya. Not bothered by him, I quick my pace but destiny is not my side.

"Oiz! Saan ka ngayon? Sama ka. Tutugtog kami dyan sa Vinyl's." Humarap sa akin ang isang lalaking nakasuot ng gusot ang uniporme. Bukas lahat ng butones. Sa loob ay may suot syang white t-shirt. May pulang banda na pa sa ulo nya.