Wild Beat [BxB] |ON-GOING|

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 21

I woke up because of the sound of my alarm clock on my phone.

My eyes were still close. I reached out to the small table beside me and turned it off. I groaned as I opened my eyes.

Ang kisame na palagi kong tinititigan sa tuwing pag gising ay hindi pamilyar sa akin. I stared at it for a while, then looked around the room. Wala nga pala ako sa bahay.
I started to convince myself that everything was just a dream, baka nga ay may aksidenteng nangyari kaya wala akong maalala.

They even mentioned something about my shoulder, pero sa pagkakatanda ko ay maayos naman ang balikat ko, and there were photos of me with them, pero wala akong matandaan sa kanila. It must have been a nightmare, maybe? Baka nga ay tama sila. Maybe I was just acting weird.

Everything started to make sense. I must be the one who was wrong in this situation, I didn't know if there had been an accident, and that's why I couldn't remember anything.

I got up quickly to take a shower. I felt like I would go crazy thinking about everything that happened.

After I showered, I got dressed quickly and left the room. Maybe I was just acting weird, and the problem was with me.

I shook my head and went downstairs. Nakita ko naman ang iba na nakaupo na sa sofa. They looked like they had just woken up, with sleepy expressions on their faces, as if they were forced to get up. Halos sabay-sabay silang humikab.

“Good morning,” bati ko sa kanila. I didn't want to seem weird in front of them.

They looked at me and greeted me back. I sat on the other sofa and took out my phone to scroll through social media.

As I scrolled through my social media feed, I tried to piece together any clues that might help jog my memory. Every post felt oddly familiar yet distant. Nakita ko rin ang mga post ng iba kong mga kaklase, pero hindi ko mawari kung sino sila, like a song you’ve heard long ago but can’t remember the lyrics to.

I saw photos of friends, events, and places, but none of it made any sense. Maski ang apelyedo ni Vin ay hindi ko na rin matandaan. Each swipe of my finger only added to the confusion swirling in my mind.

“Nakahanda na ang almusal!” someone called from the kitchen. The voice was familiar, but not comforting.

I put my phone in my pocket and made my way to the dining table. Everyone seemed to know exactly what they were doing, like actors in a play I hadn't rehearsed for. Tinignan ko sila isa-isa, and I took a seat and served myself some toast and eggs.

As I started eating, I noticed the way they all interacted with each other—comfortable, casual, and intimate. I felt like an outsider looking in, trying to understand the dynamics of a group I was supposedly a part of.

Pilit kong binibilang ang sarili ko sa lugar na hindi ko alam kung paano.

“Mamaya pa naman ang rehearsal, gawin niyo muna ang mga gagawin niyo,” someone said, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was a woman with kind eyes and a warm smile, but I couldn’t place her name.

“Uh, I was thinking of just going for a walk, maybe clear my head a bit,” I said, hoping it sounded natural.

“That sounds like a good idea, marami pa namang oras,” she replied.

“You’ve been through a lot. It’s important to take it easy, hindi kailangan magmadali” she added.

I nodded, forcing a smile. As breakfast continued, I felt the weight of their eyes on me—not with suspicion but with concern. It was clear they cared about me, but why couldn't I remember any of them?

After breakfast, I decided to take that walk. The streets were quiet, lined with trees and well-kept lawns, hindi pamilyar sa akin ang lugar, masyadong magarbo at tila tago. As I walked, I hoped that something, anything, would trigger a memory or bring some clarity to my muddled mind. But the more I walked, the more questions crossed my mind.

What had happened to me? Why couldn't I remember these people who seemed to care so much about me? And most importantly, what was real and what was just a figment of my imagination? 

“I really don't know what happened to you, Jix, tila naging kakaiba ang kinikilos mo,” I heard Ace's voice beside me. I looked at him, he was standing with his hands in his pockets.

I was sitting on the bench, silent. Hinawi ko naman ang iilang hibla ng buhok ko, na tumatabing sa mata ko, dahil sa hangin.

He sat down next to me.

“Kung ano man ang nangyayari ngayon, no matter what happens, I'm still here,” he said. He stood up to leave, and I saw tears streaming down his face. I quickly grabbed his hand to stop him from leaving.

He couldn't look at me and hurriedly wiped his tears, pagkatapos niyang punasan ang kanyang luha ay tinignan niya ang kamay kong nakahawak sa kanya niya.

“Please stay. I'm confused too. I don't know what's happening to me either,” I said to him. He looked at me and sat back down.

“Please tell me, anong nangyari no'ng gabing iyon? And why can't I remember anything when I woke up?” Ace looked at me, his forehead furrowed, but then he sighed and began to tell the story.

“Nothing much,” Ace said. “We just packed up your stuff, and then I went home to pack my own things.” His words only added to my confusion. Wala akong makukuhang maayos na sagot kung parehas kaming lahat ay walang idea sa nangyayari sa akin. I sighed, deciding it was better to pretend for now.

I pushed aside the thoughts running through my mind and sighed again.

“Let's go, may rehearsal pa tayo,” I said to him. He nodded at me, and we started walking together.

Ace playfully nudged me as we walked, probably noticing how deep in thought I was. I glanced at him and saw him smiling at me. I pulled him closer and put my arm around his shoulder, and we walked back to the house together.

Pagkarating namin ay nag aantay na pala sila sa amin.

“You guys ready?” one of them asked, and we both nodded. The group started heading toward the practice room. As we set up, I felt a sense of normalcy returning. Music had always been my escape and my way of expressing myself.

I picked up my guitar, the familiar weight and feel of it grounding me. Ace took his place behind the keyboard, giving me an encouraging nod.

We began to play, the music filling the room and echoing off the walls. I let the rhythm and melody wash over me, losing myself in the notes.

For a while, everything else faded away. The confusion, the frustration—all of it disappeared, replaced by the simple joy of making music with them. As we finished the first song, everyone looked at me expectantly.

“How was that?” I asked, a bit nervously.

“pretty good,” one of them said. Natuwa naman ako sa naging reaksyon nila, ni hindi ko alam at nagkusang gumalaw ang mga daliri sa mga nota na hindi ko naman alam kung anong tutugtugin namin at sa kantang kakantahin, but I guess music was our common language, a way to communicate when words failed.

By the end of the rehearsal, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Maybe I just need to keep moving forward, one step at a time.

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