On my way home, I've been feeling like there is something that will make me cry. I don't like the idea of me crying in front of everyone.
"Hija, nandito na tayo. Kanina ka pa nakatulala at wala sa sarili mo. ayos ka lang ba?" tanong ni tatay Henry. wala ang driver ko ngayon kaya siya ang sumundo sa akin.
" I'm great, 'Tay. Don't worry I'm just tired." I replied then smile.
He looked worried about me. Kahit ako nag-aalala sa sarili ko eh. I'm tired. Physically, mentally and emotionally drained and exhausted.
Pagpasok ko ng bahay I saw my parents in our salas, looks like they are waiting for me. Wow! Looks like I'm in trouble. Manifesting it won't drain me hahaha.
"Mom, dad..." Nagmano ako sa kanila. Respect.
" Ano itong nabalitaan ko Clara Raia Clamonte? That Britzy almost got the award. You're too chill that no one can replace you as the top student of that school! " My dad said, yelling from the top of his lungs.
"Wow love the drama. Thanks for this bungad, Dad. I really appreciate it. You should've let me change my clothes first before you scold and yell at me. " I sarcastically said.
" How dare you talk to me like that, young lady?! " my dad said, pointing his finger at me.
I walked out and went to my room. Ugh! I hat this day.
Sumalampak ako sa sahig as soon as naisara ko ang pintuan ng kwarto ko.
I choose to change my clothes so I went inside my cr—inside my room — and had a half bath.
After that, I wore my robe and looked at my self in the mirror.
"You look tired. How dare you not taking care of yourself?" I scolded myself.
Binuksan ko ang kabinet sa ilalim ng sink and I saw a box. Kinuha ko ito at binuksan. I laughed at myself.
I saw the blades I used to use at myself. I kind of have lots of blades, cutter and scissors inside the box. I get one of the blades and place it on top of my wrist.
"You don't have to do that, honey. I thought you're healing yourself? Why are we doing it again hmm?" I tell myself as I think twice if should I continue what I am doing or not.
I was zooming out when I heard a knock outside my door. Oh I forgot to lock my door.
"Honey? You there?" I heard my mom's voice.
I was about to open it when I felt something liquid dripping at my feet. I saw blood. That's when I realized that I lots of cuts at my wrist.
Shit!
I panicked so I hid the blade I was holding and put it back in the box and put it in the cabinet. I washed my wrist with water, even though it's giving me some pain I chose to ignore it.
I fixed myself and wiped my tears.
I opened the door. I plastered a smile.
"Hi, mom." I said.
"You okay, Honey? I'm sorry for what you're dad said to you. He didn't mean it. He's just tired." she said and hugged me.
Of course he's just tired.
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