Trapped

PROLOGUE

A STAND-ALONE STORY.

WARNING: this is my first story expect the typos, the frustrated characters because I am frustrated too, expect being confused and sorry in advance.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, some places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. 

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"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?"

Kakapasok ko lang sa bahay ng may mag salita sa hagdan.

Si mommy.

Tinanggal ko ang shades ko at dumeretso ng lakad patungo kay mommy.

I kissed her cheeks pagkatapos ay umayos ng tayo sa harap niya, still she's on the staircase.

" sa paris po."

Nanlaki naman ang mata ni mommy.
" ano namang ginawa mo sa paris ineng?"

Should I tell her?

Or maybe not na lang?

Pero honest ako.

" umiyak po—este nag emote po."

Ngayon ay napahawak na si mommy sa hagdan at sa ulo niya na para bang nabubuwal siya.

O M G!

I panicked.

Is my mom having a heart attack?!

But she looks young?! She is young!

Maaga siya lumandi eh.

Is she sick?!

OH MY GOODNESS!

What happened to her—

" Umiyak ka sa paris?! Papa-check up na ba kita sa doktor anak?!"

I sighed in relief. Normal pa naman sya.

Thank God she's not having a heart attack.

I heard magdadag-dag pa sila ni daddy ng mga kutong lupa eh.

Inayos ko ang premier brown coat ko from Chanel at inilagay ang shades ko sa Gucci handbag ko.

I just got back from paris. Imagine the jetlag!

" nag-emote lang ako dun, mom. Namatay kasi si gerald anderson sa movie niya, i was sad."

Ngayon naman ay napasabunot na si mommy sa buhok niya at malalim na bumuntong hininga like she's wondering what did she do in her past life to deserve a daughter like me.

Ang swerte ni mommy sakin.

Yeah.

"And don't worry mommy, sabay kaming nag-emote ni candy. Naki hits lang ako sa jet nila."

Nilagpasan ako ni mommy habang malayo ang tingin niya.

Is she really okay?

I mean okay okay?

She looks bothered, I wonder why.

Anyways, i was so sad pagkatapak ko sa paris. Kumain ako sa 5 star hotel kahit nagbabadya na ang luha ko.

Pero hindi na ako sad ngayon, according sa sources ko mabubuhay daw ulit si gerald anderson dahil may misyon daw siya sa buhay na i collect ang mga models ng shampoo at conditioner.

Papunta na ako sa kwarto ko ng mapansin kong nakabukas ang pinto ng mini library namin sa second floor.

Grabe naman sila, sayang yung aircon!

Mahal pa naman kuryente. Di bale, mag rarant ako sa twitter mamaya.

#SaveElectricity
#IpatumbaSiLeni
#SuntukinSiMani

Char. Charot. Charot lang e. No hate. Joke. Joke joke joke. Lord patawarin mo po ako.

Pagpasok ko sa loob ng mini library ay kita agad ang interior na para kang nasa medieval pero may touch ng pagka modern.

May fairy lights pa at ang fur carpet at may mga throw pillows na sinadya sa sahig para komportable.

May fortune flowers sa mga gilid. At sa balcony may mga duyan.

At may mga crystals. It's calming. Sosyal noh.

But no matter how beautiful this room is, this brings back so many memories. Both good and bad.

This room reeks of his memories. And I hate it.

I hate how his memories make me feel all those emotions again all at once.

Love, nostalgia, happiness, loneliness, pain, and betrayal.

Every corner of this room screams of him even though this is not his.

It screams of him because he was always here.

He was always there.

He was everywhere.

A memory snuck out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks.

It's so sad that I remember all of those memories. All of those sad memories are bad. But I guess good memories are the worst.

Ipapagiba ko tong kwartong to, tamo.

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M