An Angel's Request (one shot)

“Drake, stop this car!”

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“Drake!”

I’m driving my Toyota Vios while I’m drunk. Yes, I’m drunk. At isinama ko pa yung girlfriend ko sa kalokohan ko. I seriously don’t know what I’m doing. Ang alam ko lang,  gusto ko ng tumakas sa reality.

My most beloved lola was bedridden. Malapit na maghiwalay ang parents ko. Unti-unti nang nalulugi ang business namin. It was a living hell for me. I just want to run away.

“Drake, tama na. Let’s go home please.” pagmamakaawa sa’kin ni Camille, ang girlfriend ko. Pero dahil nga lasing ako, wala ako katinuan kaya naman hindi ko siya pinapakinggan. Hanggang sa...

CRASH!

There was blood. My blood and Camille’s blood.

Ð-Drake...” I can hear Camille’s faint voice. She was filled with blood and deep wounds.  She  reached out her hand to me but...hindi na siya umabot. Her hand already fell.

“C-Camille...God what have I done?!”  She’s dead. She’s dead because of me. Damn it! What have I done?! I tried to reach out to her but before I could, everything became pitch black...

*R-R-R-I-I-NG!*

“Ugh...”

*yawns* haaay... it’s 7:30a.m huh?

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SEVEN THIRTY??!!! O___O

Shi** I’m late for school! Nagmamadali akong bumaba to eat my breakfast, a quick shower then nagbihis na ako kaagad.

“Goodmoring sir!” bati sa’kin ni manong driver. Tumango lang ako sa kanya at sumakay na ng sasakyan. Habang nasa daan kami, nakaramdam ako ng headache. A girl’s faint voice echoed in my head...

“Drake...”

Kanina nga ulit abg boses na ‘yun? Then, I suddenly remembered something. A dream. The dream I had earler where I was involved in a car accident with a girl. I can’t remember her face that much. Her image was hazy. But kahit na hindi ko siya makilala, I feel like she’s someone who’s very important to me. But...just who the hell is she?

“Sir, andito na po tayo sa school.” Pagkasabi sa’kin nu’n ng driver, bumaba na ako kaagad at nagmamadaling pumunta sa room ko.

Pagkapasok na pagkapasok ko sa room...

“Mr. Drake Zaragosa!!! Late ka na naman!” awtsu -__-  sermon nanaman. umupo na lang ako sa assigned seat ko at tumahimik.

“Okay class, may late transferee tayo. Miss Sanchez, please come in.”

Pumasok ang isang petite na babae sa room. Her skin was fair and she has a long flowing black hair. She...she looks familiar. She looks like...

“Goodmorning, I’m Camille Sanchez.” Her voice was sweet...her voice sounds familiar. Don’t tell me...

“Miss Sanchez, please take a seat beside mr. Zaragosa”

She followed the teacher’s instructions and sat beside me. Nung tiningnan ko siya ng malapitan, naalala ko na kung saan ko siya nakita. Hindi ako pwede magkamali.

She’s the girl in my dream. Yung nabangga kasama ko...

(After 30 minutes)

Tulog na siya. Tulog si miss Camille Sanchez. Haaaay... pambihira. First day niya sa school tapos tinulagan niya kaagad yung teacher. Ako naman, nandito. Nakatitig sa kanya. Totoo ba talaga ‘toh? Ang babae galing sa panaginip ko, nandito ngayon sa tabi ko?