The Boy Next Door (Completed)

Chapter 24

 

 Copyright © ScribblerMia, 2012

If only I could run away from the pain. If only in a snap of a finger, this agony would vanish.

Years have passed, yet the pain I felt years ago was the same pain I was feeling right now.

Was I the last person to know about Harold and Charice? I felt betrayed. Why didn’t they tell me?

Kanina ko pa gustong tanungin si KJ kung alam niya rin ba ito.

Hindi ko alam kung paano ako nakauwi nang mabigat ang dibdib ko.

Ang alam ko lang, masyado akong nasasaktan. Nakakatitig ako sa kisame, habang patuloy ang pagpatak ng luha. Sabi ko hindi na ako iiyak pa nag dahil sa kanya 'di ba? Sabi ko hindi na dapat ako masaktan pa pagnakita ko ulit siya.

Pero bakit ganito? I ate those words.

At nandito ako ngayon sa kwarto, halos unti-unting patayin ng sakit.

I could take all the pains in this world but not this one. It hurts me like hell. It hurts me that I want to die now.

It would have been better if I hadn’t seen them.

Sana pala wala na lang akong alam. Sana pala hindi ko nalaman ang tungkol sa kanila.

Unti-unti akong nababalot ng lungkot. 

Sabi nila, first love never dies. There must have been truth in that adage. Because at this moment, I absolutely know that my love for him hasn’t died yet. I have always kept it for so many years now.

“OA, are you awake now? Come on, let’s eat.” I heard KJ’s voice outside my room. He knocked on the door about five times already.

Hindi ko siya pinansin. Wala ako sa mood kumain.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” He asked again.

I didn't respond.

“Hey. 'Wag na matigas ang ulo. Lumabas ka na diyan.”

Still, I didn't respond.

He knocked again after ten minutes.

“Hindi ka talaga lalabas?” Sigaw ni KJ.

I ignored him and buried my face on the bed. 

“Hey! It’s past 8 already. Get out there,” he shouted again.

I heard a few knocks. After a while, I heard steps. Siguro napagod na siya sa pamimilit. Ayoko kasi talagang kumain. Hindi rin naman ako makakakain ng lagay na ito eh.

I sighed.

Then, I heard the door opened.

Bigla naman akong napabalikwas.“What are you doing here?” I yelled. “How did you get in?”

“Oh. I forgot that this is my house. How stupid of me,” he said sarcastically and showed me a key. 

“I don’t want to eat.” I said, looking away.

“Non-sense. Get up and eat,” he demanded.

“I don’t want to.” I hissed.

“You should eat.”

“Why are you so concerned? I said I don’t want to eat.” I shouted.

Bahagyang nagulat ito. “I-I am not concerned. It’s just t-that…it’s just that sayang ang pagkain, sayang ang grasya.” Iniwas nito ang tingin.