DARKNESS...
ALL I CAN SEE IS DARKNESS....
"Where am I?"
"DAD!!!MOM!!!WHERE ARE YOU?..."
DAD!!!MOM!!!WHERE ARE YOU?...Only an echo...
Silence is the reply to my questions.
"I don't want to be here. Dad, Mom, please help me..." My tears are now flowing on my cheeks because of the terror I feel.
"Hey, wake up, Bo. Wake up.'
The darkness disappered and change into my mother's worried face.
"You are having a bad dream." My mom said with the sign of worry from her voice.
A dream...Thank god...It's just a dream.
I hug my mother. I really feel frightened because of those moments.
"Wait son. You are sweating a lot. What a bad dream you had.."
"Mom, I'm so scared. All I can see is darkness. I can't see you and Dad. It is horrifying. I don't want to be alone." Crying again.
"You are not alone and you will never be. We are here for you, darling. I promise. Now, please stop crying. It worries me so much when you cry."
I stop crying because of her promise. I feel safe beside my family.
I change my T-shirt with a cotton sando. I can still remember the darkness I saw. it is frightening. It is the darkness that will eat a person up into nothing.
I try to calm myself and push the bad thoughts aside. I open the car window and inhale the fresh air coming from the tall pine trees beside the street. I love the coolness of the air, but not the view. Even it is still morning, it is somewhat dark on the street. The shadows formed by the woods are kind of spooky. The kind that you will see in a horror movie.
It is as if someone is looking at me. I don't know if it is a man or just some wild animals roaming the forest. I don't know what it is, but it moves too fast...
It is dark on the street.
DARKNESS...
I start to feel afraid again because of the thought. Because of it, I close the window immediately and reach for my pocket book at the back of the van.
I begin to read it but I don't understand a word from it. My brain is not eating up the words. I can't concentrate so I set aside my book and just at the back doing nothing, not wanting to sleep again because of the nightmare I had.
I look at my younger brother who is sleeping quietly beside me. His lips slightly ajar. His cheeks are reddish. What a cute little guy. Sometimes, I envy his youth --- his beautiful youth. I don't know where he gets all these perfect eyes, perfect nose, perfect lips,and all the other perfect things about him.
What I mean is we are not Americans or something. My parents are both Filipinos who migrated in the States 8 years ago when I was seven years old. In fact, I know how to speak in Filipino because we always use it in our conversation in the house. That's our native tongue and that's a rule in the house. " MAGSALITA NG FILIPINO SA LOOB NG BAHAY." Going back, we don't have the mixed-blood thing. I know, my parents are both handsome but not as handsome as my brother.
If only I can freeze this youth....
