Against the Waves (Acosta Sisters Series #1)

Simula

Ellaine

A/N: I was a kid with a lot of imagination when I wrote this story started at end of 2018-2019. And today, 2024, I'm still looking for a time to revise it.

Basically, this has too many loopholes, grammar errors, typo's, repeated words, etc. so please, read at your own risk. Bawal maarte at judgemental. Okay?

Thanks for your understanding, and enjoy reading!

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Simula

"Have you ever been happy with your life?"

I creased my brow as I read the first sentence of this book.

Napaayos ako nang higa at napa-isip. Hindi ko namalayang napatulala na rin pala ako sa may kisame't itinatanong sa sarili ang nabasang iyon.

Nasa loob ako ng kwarto at nagbabasa ng librong hiniram ko kay Kali. This is a random book I've chosen in her room. I was bored earlier so I roamed around inside her room only to find this book that actually caught me at my first glance. Well, the cover of this book wasn't really that catchy. What caught me is the title.

I don't know exactly what kind of book is this. I just took it out from the shelves. Wala na rin kasi akong mabasa dahil halos lahat na yata ng librong nandito, nabasa ko na. Any genre, name it, I read all of those. But this book is asking me if I'm happy with my life at kung naging masaya ba ako kahit kaunti.

I took a deep sigh and forced myself to just be grateful for what I have. Napailing-iling na lang din ako dahil alam kong mali. Maling malungkot ako sa buhay ko. I should be thankful because despite of being a caged girl, no freedom, a girl who can't be outside, who shouldn't get tired, I should be happy because I am here in this world, normally breathing and alive. Hindi na dapat ako humihiling ng sobra dahil ang mabuhay sa mundong ito kasama ang pamilya ko ay sapat na.

"---because I'm not and I wasn't. I was deprived by the life I should have. But now, after knowing everything, I'm done with all the people around me who fooled me. Now, I will fight for it. I will fight for my rights." I continued, full of curiousity with the whole story and to where and whom it will evolve.

Funny, 'cause everytime I read a story, I imagined myself as one of the characters. Nakakainggit... at minsan, nasabi ko na lang sa sarili ko na sana ako na lang ang nasa istorya.

Ilang taon na nga ba akong nakakulong sa loob ng malaking mansion na ito?

Ibinaba ko ang libro sa dibdib ko't niyakap iyon, natulalang muli at nagbilang kahit alam ko na naman ang sagot sa tanong na iyon.

"Fifteen years..." I uttered, sadly.

Mabilis kong iwinaksi ang mga nasa isip ko't nagpatuloy na lamang sa pagbabasa.

Ilang minuto rin ang nakalipas, itinuon ko na lang ang atensyon ko sa binabasang libro, hindi na muling nag-isip ng mga bagay na nakakapagpalungkot sa akin. Ni hindi ko na rin namalayan ang oras. Basta't nakarinig na lamang ako ng katok mula sa pinto ng silid dahilan ng pagkakahinto ko para daluhan kung sino iyon.