We were now walking. But I can't stop smiling everytime his words pass through my mind. I know he could be one of those who just don't want to hurt others, so they complement them. Where are we going by the way?
"Hey . . ." I started. He stopped by a shed, must be preparing for the upcoming rain. The sky is so dark and it's only . . . "1:52 . . ." I sighed at the thought. He sat down and then turned to face me.
"You were saying?" he asked.
"I wanted to know where were we going." I responded. My phone went off, out of battery. My mind slipped off from 'where were we going' to 'what the hell, I just charged my phone'.I let an audible breath out. So many things happened last night I forgot to charge my phone. My head was down until I heard him talk.
"You like what you see in the sky now, don't you?" That caught my attention. So he did read my diary. I always loved the rain. I like the rain when it's light and comforting. It was the kind of rain that made me feel peaceful. But one thing about rain: it makes me sleepy. I yawned.
I went to the corner of the bench and rested my head on a post. The rain was getting heavier by the second. And now that I mentioned time--why does this day seem so slow? So many things happened and it's not even dinner time. So many thoughts that made me feel even more drowsy. My eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, until the time I can't carry them came. I left my diary on my lap as I slowly drifted to sleep.
Carlo's Point of View
I was still looking at the sky. I still remember the words written on her diary. And I just can't believe everything in it. She writes everything in it as if she was hating herself every single day. There were those specific dates written in her diary--days she dedicated a poem to. They were made really wonderful. But each and every thought was really dark, awry, sad and hurting. Especially that one page on her diary that put even me to death. I looked at her as I process the words written on that date.
I have no more friends
I don't consider anyone family
Since my grandmother died
I have no one, only me
To day is supposed to be awesome
And It is supposed to be my birthday
But I can't find happiness
Everyday caused me dismay
She died on her birthday
Can't I do that too?
Should I grab a razor?
Whatever should I do?
Tears formed my eyes as I remembered those words. Judging from her appearance now, she probably did not cut herself. She moved from her position, causing her to drop her diary from her lap. I took it back and wiped the wet cover page. I opened it to the date that is her birthday and once again looked at it while I felt her pain. What did she experience for her to even think that? I turned the page and noticed something unusual. I kept doing the same thing and looked for what's different--I kept turning the same page back and forth and see if anything comes to my mind.
"This page is thicker than the others which means--" I managed to divide the page into two. That's when I noticed it, there was a missing date: the day after her birthday. The page was glued on the back of her birthday's page. It must be something she doesn't want anyone to see. I looked at the blur words and managed to see the message.
Last night, I did something
Something I'm not proud of
I knew I almost died
I knew my soul went aloft
My eyes turned black
My vision turned dim
But I woke up suddenly
Alive, so it seemed.
I wanted to be with her
With my only family, that is
But I failed without obscure
But suddenly, I felt her kiss
I started to break into tears
As I realised what I did to me
I felt sorry for my self
As I realised my own insanity
So she did cut herself. I can't believe such a perfect girl would have these attempts. I can't believe behind those eyes shows enmity. Why did she have to hate herself so much?
Naomi's Point of View
I slowly lifted my head as I woke up. And there were three things I didn't like: One, my diary isn't in my lap anymore; two, Carlo was holding my diary, and it's opened; lastly, He was staring at me . . . scared? No, worried? Why?
"Hey aren't we going to wherever we are about to go yet?" He didn't reply. I took my diary from him and I looked at what he was reading--that page. I guess he will be one of those who'll hate me and stay away from me now because he thinks I am a frea--.
"Promise me you won't do that again!" He hugged me. I can't help but cry, I can't help but hug him back. I can't believe I actually someone I could call a friend
"I promise . . ." The moment those words came out of me, I felt relieved. I knew from that moment that someone would be behind me every time. I knew from that moment that I was safe with him.
Now Playing: Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
