Dear my friend,
Hello, My name is Chandler Vergara. And I know to myself that you don't have a name. But can I call you "my friend"? Because right now, I badly need one. Can you be the one? Can I trust you? Because everything I'm gonna say to you is very personal.
Please, keep it a secret.
Okay, let's go to the main business. The only reason why you reading this and why I'm writing these things to you is that I just want to talk with someone. I can't handle this burden alone. I need to share it. But I don't know how. There is no one that I can lean on.
And I'm so afraid at the same time, I don't have the gutz to tell these things to anyone. I'm scared. What if they judge me? What if they criticize me? What if they conclude that I'm so dramatic? Emotional? Sensitive?
So, instead of talking to someone, I made this journal.
At least in this way, I can shout and tell everything what I feel without hurting anyone. Telling all my problems to you is such a relief to my chest.
Why I'm writing to you, anyway? Have you ever asked yourself why? Because today I lost my bestfriend. I lost my partner in crime. And it's sucks. This is the first time that I feel betrayed. Hindi ko masabi ang nararamdaman ko. Dapat siya ang kausap ko ngayon eh, hindi ikaw.
His name is Chester. Parang ko na siyang kapatid. Kasama sa lahat ng kalokohan. Mostly, he always there when I need him. The sad thing is, this is the first time na wala siya sa tabi ko kung kailan na kailangan ko ng isang kaibigan.
But before I continue the story why our friendship ended, let me tell you the story how it was started.
When I was in high school I know to myself that I'm an invincible. No one notice me. Para akong multo, hindi nag-eexist sa tunay na mundo. Or should I say, maybe I'm just an introvert?
Yeah. That's right. I'm not comfortable in making conversation. Every time I tried to talk to somebody my tongue was always flipping. But believe me, I'm not an anti-social. Actually I really want to be friendly, but I don't know how or what to do. Nagbago lang ang lahat nang lumipat ako ng school due to our personal problems.
I was nervous that time. Meeting new people makes me uncomfortable. Alam ko sa sarili ko na mas mahihirapan akong mag-adjust sa bago kong school. But during my first day on that school, I received a blessing in disguise.
Akala ko walang kakausap sa akin noon, until this tall, white and asian looking guy came beside me and say, "Wala ka bang kasama kumain? Tara, kain tayo sa may foodcourt."
And I was like, sh*t! Anong gagawin ko? Bakit niya ako kinakausap? I hate this. Hindi ako sanay makipag-usap sa hindi ko kakilala. Should I agree with him?
"Ge," ito lang ang tanging kong sagot sa kanya. Then, we walked going to the foodcourt.
That time there is someone inside of me telling na sana lamunin na'ko ng lupa. Paano ba naman ang layo ng foodcourt sa classroom namin.
Habang naglalakad, tahimik lang kaming dalawa. Walang gustong magsalita. I try to composed a lot of questions inside my mind to start a conversation pero wala talaga. Masyadong awkward ang moment. Hindi ko pa nga alam ang pangalan niya noon.
During our long walk, gusto ko nang lumayo sa kanya, thinking that this is a very bad idea. But there's a thought of me that I should be happy because finally, someone try to talked and be friendly with me. I've been dreaming this in a very long time, and now it's happening.
"Anong kakainin mo?" he asked me when we came in the area.
"Nagbaon ako. Ikaw na lang ang bumili, hintayin na lang kita dito."
BINABASA MO ANG
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Mystery / ThrillerEveryone has a reason to fear the boy who killed himself. A boy named Chandler Vergara posted a live video while he killing himself. However, the video was interrupted not knowing what really happened to him. His corpse is nowhere to be found. There...
