Wild Series #6: Twisted by Wild

#TBW23

Entry 23

Death is not something I'm ready for yet.

I know where I am because I woke up an hour ago. I heard the door open and closed. I listened to the doctor as he checked on me and as he talked to my parents. He told them that I was okay and nothing severe happened to me. He told them the truth. I got the chance to play my way out of that house.

I don't know if my mother was playing a role of a worry mother or she was real about it. I heard my father asked a lot of questions that made me almost believe that they care for me. Hindi lang ako sigurado kung takot ba silang mawala ako o dahil natatakot lang silang mawalan ng anak. It sounds the same thing but it wasn't for me. If they are scared to lose me it means that they love me. Pero kung takot lang sila mawala ako dahil anak nila ako, iniisip lang nila ang responsibilidad nila sa'kin.

I spent most of my life hanging only around my bedroom and hearing the sound of the wall clock and I've learned how to count hours by not watching how the hands of the clock move. At nakakasigurado akong isang oras mahigit na ang nakakalipas nang lumabas sila sa silid na ito.

Hindi ko sinubukang imulat ang mga mata ko kahit kanina pa gising ang aking diwa. I actually don't know what I'm waiting for. I should be jumping out of this bed and ran. Pero kung gagawin ko iyon ay paniguradong hahanapin at susundan lang nila ulit ako.

I have my reasons why I did it. Faking death has been one of my imaginations while growing up; I learned it from Juliet Capulet. However, I never knew that it would be this hard and complicated. My plans are to take those doses and lay on the bed after I make a shattering loud sound that will reach them. And then, they will bring me to the hospital—which happened. After that, I'll have them worry about whether to inflict more pain on me or just finally free me. I witnessed how heartless can they be, but there's still a part in me that believes they have a soft spot for me—they have hearts when it comes to me.

I just wish I wasn't wrong.

The side of my eyes are wet and I can feel the tears rolling down to my ears. I can feel my body covered by the thin fabric of a blanket and my head is buried in a soft pillow. I've been in a hospital and though I'm not sure whether I like this place or not, I'm just happy to know that I wasn't longer locked in my room.

I clenched my fingers on the sheets and move my eyes while it was closed. I subtly sniffed and halted quickly when I heard the doorknob click. The door creaked open and shut closed. My surrounding is quiet and I can barely hear anything that makes sounds until I hear footsteps approaching.

Is it the doctor? My parents?

Mas lumakas ang yabag ng taong pumasok sa loob ng silid na ito nang bumilis ang paglalakad niya palapit sa kung nasaan ako. And there, on my right side, I can feel him standing next to my bed. He's watching me. I can feel the atmosphere changing and I feel like my heart is preparing to explode.

I know that scent.

I know that sound of footsteps.

I know that air.

I know whenever he's near. I almost laughed at myself before for thinking that I gained a superpower because I was always right to guess that he was the one coming for me. I don't have any idea how my bond with him is too powerful that even though my eyes are closed, I'm always convinced that he's the one next right to me.

Without thinking more, I opened my eyes wide and his exhausted eyes and falling eyelashes greeted me. His hair is disheveled and his mouth is not twitching for a smirk like it used to.

"Dax," I called him and sit up straight.

"Dax!" My voice turns a bit higher and catches his neck with my arms to hug him.