I don't want to lie anymore. I've exhausted my smile and my hands are too scarred and I know that I shouldn't put the blame on anyone because no one forced me to lend my hand but it still bothers me that nobody notices that I'm not as strong as they perceive me to be.
I am drowning. Slowly, absorbing every bit of pain there is to feel. I watch them fade as I sink beneath.
And then it occurred to me: the hero I was waiting for will never come. And if I don't fight to get to the surface, no one else is going to save me.
BINABASA MO ANG
Very Short Stories
Teen FictionShort Stories and Flash Fictions. Mga Maiikling Kuwento at Dagli.