DAGGER
MAUZINISTERICE
It was an eerie environment and the cold breeze of air slowly opens my imagination to fear that something might happen unexpectedly. The surrounding frets me that it aggravates the feeling of fright into my senses. I am in front of a close to die acacia tree and the resident bird adds to the weirdness of the place. As I observe the tree, I was moved to what I just found in the ground right next to the evident roots of it —- a blood covered dagger.
When I was about to pick the dagger and put it in my scrutiny, I felt a sudden dizziness as though I am tumultuously thrown back and forth. Right then, I felt a warm hand in my face, that solicited me to my senses. Jane is by my side telling me that I am having a nightmare. I saw in her eyes the deep anxiety she felt at that moment, but what puzzled me is the scare in her face. Her watery eyes add up to the agitated feeling I am experiencing. Tears came rushing through her eyes as she started telling what really happened. Although reluctantly, she was able to finish her story (in between sobs) to my request.
"I was awakened by your moans. I thought you were just joking. But when I looked at you, you were perspiring really hard... When I woke you up you looked at me intently, as if you have something to say. When I asked you what's wrong, you just kissed me. When I looked at you... it's as if I am looking at a perfect stranger. And... and... and you started taking my clothes off even with me pleading you not to do so. I know you and won't do it. But you hit me. Then all of a sudden your eyes started to roll with that of a lunatic. And you collapsed."
The sun is about to shine and I started my day with a heavy hotdog-tocino-fried rice breakfast. Too too toot too toot. Oh, my friends. It's time for our daily early morning jogging. "This is a great day!" I told myself. But as I leave my pad, I really had a strange feeling. I can't explain it, but it kindda troubles me.
Jogging is one of our bondings. John, Timmy, and I are best of friends. Our friendship started in high school. Although we had different schools in college, we still find time to be together —- hangout, bar hop, and like this, jog. As we jog, our feet guided us to a park nearby. We took our places in the damp grass and started sharing stories with each other. This is one the times that we talk about our problems. Luckily, I don't have anything to share.
John is a Business Administration student. He's not good in Math though, that's why he regrets enrolling a math subject this semester. He told us that he didn't attend any class meetings in his College Algebra class right after the prelims ended. "Wala ng pag-asa pare. (There's no chance bro) I'm really not for Math. Maybe next sem. Sa ngayon ihahanda ko muna sarili ko. (I just have to ready myself at the moment)" As I listen to his stories, I felt quite sad for him, for being so frustrated.
Timmy? Timmy, Timmy, Timmy. She's an A student! She hasn't had any problems with schooling even once. But what worries me is her relationship. She's so in to her boyfriend, as if he's her life. She told us they were in a bumpy road at the moment and she can't help but cry while telling us their problem.
And it's our time to go home. As we bid good bye to each other, a tree caught my attention. I saw a close to die acacia tree. I remembered something from the scene I am in. I was startled. As I came closer to the tree, a bird just flew in one of the twigs of it. "I remember now!" I told myself, with a sound of vexation. It is from my dream. I forced myself to be brave. The sun is already up so nothing will happen anyway! I went closer. I scrutinize the tree and looked at its evident roots, searching for something I am not sure of. Right then I found a black-covered book. My hands began to lose its heat —- as if they were frozen. I looked around for my friends but the park was already deserted. Bravely, I picked the book and opened it. Upon opening it, a loud tintinnabulation came to me, as if totally losing my sanity.
