The Senses II

Chapter 8

Seine

I slowly opened my eyes, the light illuminating the things around me. I squinted and took note of the scattered objects on the desk, which I presume, to be the place I was sleeping. Fixing my hair that was cascading down my shoulders, I noticed for the first time that I was sleeping on a desk filled with school textbooks.

Weird. Mahilig nga ako sa pag-aaral pero... may mali. Sinubukan kong inalala kung ano yung nangyari bago ako gumising dito. Agad naman akong napatayo nang maalala ko na.

We were ambushed! Naramdaman ko nalang na bigla akong sinugpong ng antok. Was it Marcus? Wala kasi akong nay naramdaman na tumusok sa akin, which means walang may bumaril sa akin ng tranquilizer gun. Wala rin akong kinain bago kami magkita ibig sabihin hindi rin lason ang dahilan ng pagkawalan ko ng malay.

But why? If tama nga ang hypothesis ko na si Marcus ang may gawa, bakit niya ginawa iyon? He was obviously loyal to Madame Eloisa so why in the world would he commit such an act?

Second problem. Where the hell am I?

I looked around and things were vaguely familiar. With a jolt, I realized this was my old room in our house. Why am I here?

Okay, Seine, calm down. Let's list the possibilities. One, I was transported here while I was unconscious. Two, this is an illusion. Three, this is a dream which seems unlikely.

Bago pa man ako makapag-isip ng mas malalim, narinig ko na ang mga paparating na yabag papunta sa akin. I used Hearing to determine what this person's thoughts was. Ever since the incident of when I thought Serene died, I had more control of my ability and I could feel that it was also strengthened. Now, I can freely control how loud and wide my hearing could be.

"Natutulog pa ba kaya siya?"

My eyebrows furrowed when I heard this. Sino ba naman kasi ang kasama ko rito. Bago pa man bumukas ang pinto ay kumuha na ako ng cutter mula sa achool supplies sa tabi. Itinuon ko iyon sa direksyon ng pintuan. I am not taking chances. Baka masamang tao siya.

I was ready to pounce on the mysterious person if needed but my eyes widened and my hands lost all its strength when the door revealed who was with me in this house.

"D-dad?" nauutal kong tanong.

"Seine, ano ang gagawin mo sa cutter?" nagtataka niyang tanong.

His reaction seemed genuine. He looks just like my dad. The same black hair and those electric blue eyes that I got from him. Apparently, we had a foreigner somewhere along our ancestry. Kaya naging Danvers ang last name namin at nagkaroon kami ng asul na mata.

"You died." Iyan lang sinabi ko sa kanya.

Saglit pang nakatingin sa akin si Dad na para bang hindi niya maintindihan kung nagbibiro lang ako. Di nagtagal ay tumawa lang siya ng marahan.

"Seine, are you half asleep?"

I still couldn't believe what I was saying. This person looked the same as Michigan Danvers. The question still remains though. Is he genuine? I get the feeling I should just play along.

"Seine? Calling Seine Danvers," he said.

"Uh, what?"

"Mukhang naalimpungatan ka lang, anak. Lumabas ka na nga diyan at nang makakain ka na ng agahan."

He left before I could even utter a response. Dad still wore his uniform as a police officer. He was well built for a man who was in his early forties. I looked down... what should I do?

Lumabas ako nang kwarto at nakita na nasa pader ng bahay namin ang iba't ibang photos na kasama namin si Dad. Napangiti nalang ako nang makita iyon. This was impossible. Mag-iisang taon nang namatay si Dad.