VI - Remorse

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Carrie 

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Carrie 

Dark.

All I see is deep, dark... nothingness. No trace of anything. Nothing exists.

I could still feel my body, but I couldn't see nor move anything. Ramdam ko lang na nakahiga ako sa isang malambot na bagay, at malabo na ang iba pa.

Where am I?

I tried to tilt my head or roam my eyes, but it was like I didn't have any body part to begin with. I attempted to close and open my eyes but to no avail—it was still black... everything was still black!

My sense of touch was working well as I slowly perceived the feeling of soft fabric under my presumed body along with the chilling temperature, and it just made me freak out more.

Bakit hindi ako makagalaw? Bakit wala akong makita? Bakit parang isip ko na lang ang buhay?

Please... please get me out of here!

Suddenly, I felt a sharp strike of pain attacking my throat. Ang bigat! Parang may bakal na nakalapat sa lalamunan ko kasabay ng pag-alingasaw ng isang manamis-namis pero nakasusulasok na amoy.

I couldn't explain it... it was just horrible! It was suffocating me, that smell seemed to block my breathing despite its fragrance!

"Carrie! Carrie!"

Light.

Finally, there was light.

Nakahinga ako nang maluwag kasabay ng unti-unting pagbalik ng pakiramdam at paningin ko, habang umuubo dahil sa kakaibang sensasyong nangibabaw sa akin kani-kanina lang.

I inhaled and exhaled slowly to get new air into my lungs. My throat still felt dry and now, it started to feel itchy and painful, along with my nose. Medyo masakit huminga.

"A-Ano'ng nararamdaman mo, Carrie? You looked like you're in pain..." Chantal's familiar crystal clear voice pierced through my ears.

Unti-unti nang nag-adjust ang paningin ko sa nakasisilaw na puting liwanag galing sa kisame sa tapat ko, at kinilatis ko ang paligid.

The four walls of the room were painted sky blue, and a slim door to the what I presume as CR was colored rust, same as the linings of the ceiling. An air conditioner hummed lowly on the left of my bed which was at the center of the room, and there were jade green curtains beside that aircon. Hindi ako sure kung may bintana ba sa likod ng mga kurtinang 'yon.

To my right was a gray cabinet with a basket of fruits on top of it, and the metal stand carrying a bag of IV fluid stood tall over me with the plastic bag's content flowing into my veins through a needle embedded on my right hand's nerve. I could feel the familiar numbness of the part where I was injected.

It has been a while.

"Huy, Carrie... M-may masakit ba? Makakapagsalita ka ba?" Another voice echoed. This time, it was Jasper's somewhat wobbly voice, different from his usual carefree tone.

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