Meet Me Every Night (On Going)

CHAPTER 1

"Wala ka talagang silbi dito!"

"Ayan nalang ginagawa mo at hindi mo pa magawa"

"Hindi ko alam...hindi ko sinasadya, Ma"

"Lagi nalang hindi sinasadya o hindi alam! Pero walang pagbabago!"

"Masama pa ugali pinapakita mo. Sa tingin mo may magandang future ka? Wala!"

I bit my lip so hard. I just stared, showing no reaction to my mom while yelling at me.

"Pabayaan mo na, hindi naman magbabago 'yan"

I looked at my father, sitting on the sofa while he was smoking a cigarette.

"Anong pabayaan? Ang tanda na ng anak mo pero wala paring alam"

I bent down a little and pinched the skin of my legs.

Ang hirap pigilan, Gusto ko ipagtanggol ang sarili ko pero.. ayoko may masabi ulit sila ng kung ano about sa'kin.

"Umakyat kana nga! Wala naman ako mapapala sayo!"

I slowly walked and quickly went up to my room.

I closed the door and turned off the light.

I always ask myself "Why?" I always think about my situation here with my family.

Akala ko ang magandang pahinga ay ang tahanan? Akala ko ang pamilya magpapagaan or magpapawala ng lungkot, takot at pag-aalala ko sa mga bagay bagay?

Bakit tingin nila saakin ay ako pa ang may masamang ugali? Hindi ba nila maintindihan na I'm still growing up? Ganito nga ba ako dapat turuan? Kung may mali man ako, kailangan pahila pababa?

I lay on my side on my bed and looked out the window. I touch each strand of my hair and think deeply.

My mother always scolds me for anything I do. Hindi kona alam kung tama paba mga kinikilos ko.

What I did earlier was read a book dahil kinahihiligan ko ito whenever kapag wala akong pasok sa school and about kanina, I was ordered to wash dishes but I broke a few glasses because it slipped from my hand and I hit another glass on my side so everything is broken.

I didn't mean for that to happen and it's true that such a situation is always called an accident unless I intend to break it.

I know I'm still wrong because I've been clumsy but I always have resentment in my heart whenever what comes out of their mouths is about my character and future.

It's difficult when I understand them but what about me?

I seem to understand them, I neglect myself as if I chose to understand others more than myself.

Ako nga ba talaga ang may problema?

"La....la, la, bam, bam, bam, ddu-ddu-, ddu-ddu~"

My deep thoughts were disturbed when I heard something unusual which was vague to my ears.

"If fate brought us together~"

"Oh, the blue rose opens it.."

"Every night, the lights turn on, you will see me through the dark..."

"You are always able to find me...where we once met~"

When someone started singing, my hair stood up. His voice was deep and full of sentiment, and every note that he sang seemed to cut straight through me to the very core of my being. His voice gained momentum to the point that I felt nervous and my spine tingled. I never predicted to feel strange. His music seemed to have a power beyond conventional sound, capturing something primal and deeply emotional within me. Time seemed to stop for a brief while because of how intense and evocative the mood was, allowing me to fully lose myself in the melancholic beauty of his song.