Behind The Script

/2\ White Roses

<WHITE ROSES>

Two weeks after since I received the gift box or rather be called a death threat from my mysterious menace that night. I still can't forget the scenario, and everynight in my dreams it haunts me. It's like one of my shooting script, but this is different. This is real for god's sake! I dunno what to do. We already reported it to the police department and they have coordinated with the FBI's. I asked them to keep it all secret to media and to the public. I don't want my fans to worry about me. I told my dad and sister and they both want me to go home in the Philippines. Just to clarify, dad is not in the Philippines. He's in Spain for some business matter.

About the message, I chose not to tell them. I am the only one who knew about it, not even ate Mel and my bestfriend. I just can't tell them. There's something in my head telling me to shut the hell out of me for everybody's sake. I tried many times to call my mysterious messenger but I always failed. I can't reach him.

For the entire two weeks, hindi na ako nakatulog ng maayos dahil sa pangamba. Hindi lang isang beses ako pinagbantaan ng aking imperil, may mga sumunod pa at mas malala sa nauna. Hindi lang patay na daga, kundi pati ng mga itim na ibon na nakalagay parin sa mga gift boxes. Dead crows. And not just dead crows but also funeral flowers. That was too much kaya humingi na si Dad ng security from FBI using his connections para sa safety ko.
Katulad parin ng hiling ko hindi ito nailabas sa publiko. Tanging mga matatalik ko lang na kaibigan ang nakakaalam dahil base sa imbistigasyong lumalabas, maaaring katrabaho ko lang sa industriya ang gumagawa nito sakin. Maaaring inggit daw ang dahilan pero hindi ako kombensido. There maybe something else.

   "Hey, you 'kay?"
Asked Charls poking my forehead. I almost forget that I'm still in the reality show.

    "Tch! Stop it!" Irritated kong sabi sa kaniya. Umupo naman siya sa tabi ko. "You knew that I hate it. Sorry if I raised my voice."  Panghihingi ko ng tawad pero umiling-iling lang siya.

   "Don't waste a sorry, Cath."

Huh? Kusang napakunot ang noo ko. What does he mean don't waste a sorry? As far as I remember you're the one who taught me to always bring my sorry wherever I may go.

  "Anyway----" pagbabalik niya ng aking pag-iisip na umiere nanaman.  "your flight is now. You ready?"

I nodded. Nandito nga pala kami sa Airport para sa flight ko back to my homeland, sa Pilipinas. I'm wearing a plane white shirt with a leather  jacket and a ripped jeans, with matching boots. I also wore a shades and I covered my face with a cloth to hid my identity. Mahirap na. Baka nasa paligid nanaman siya.

   "Attention passengers of flight 8, please proceed to the departure area now. Passengers of flight 8 please proceed to the departure area now."

Anunsyo ng isang attendant  na nagmumula sa malalaking speaker na nakapalibot sa buong lugar.
Hindi na'ko naihatid pa ni Charls sa loob dahil bawal. Tanging mga ngiti at kaway niya lang ang aking nakikita na unti-unti ring naglalaho habang dinadala ako ng aking mga paa patungong lugar na magiging malayo ako sa kaniya. Malayo sa kaibigang aking naging sandalan.
I smiled back at him and give him a flying kiss before he got lost in my sight.
Please watch over yourself and ate.

*sigh*

Sumakay na ako ng eroplano at sa VIP ang reservation ko.

It's been 9 years. Nine years of being away from my true home. I miss my sister. I miss my friends. I miss our house, the maids, the gardeners, our private drivers, the furnitures, the bathroom, the kitchen, the---ano pa ba? Basta. All of them. I miss them so much. I just hope they still remember their makulet na señorita.