"What took you so long?!" He exclaimed
I did not bothered to answer him. What's the use, anyway?
Pumasok na ako sa back seat at siya naman sa passenger seat. This is the time where I need to socialize with some psychotic people like me. Great hah?!
I put my earphones on and listen to some opm music while looking at the window. Hope his plan works... coz I know he's just making my situation worse.
After one and a half hours everything went unfamiliar. Probinsiya na ata ito. Napaka payapa tignan ang daan, maraming puno at halaman.
The car stopped as a cue to remove my earphones and turn my phone off " your phone" my eyebrows rise when my dad asked me to surrender my phone. "Your. Phone." He repeated.
"For what?" Kunot noo kong tanong.
"You are not allowed to use your phone from now on. Give it to me. Or I'll get it from you?" Ma-awtoridad nitong sabi.
I gave him my phone and rolled my eyes. Can't believe him...
I look at the window again and I can see some teenagers like me bidding their goodbyes to their parents and some are from a mental hospital, I think? Because base on their attires, white clothes, and the sleeves are tied to their body. " go now, Amanda. Your driver will fetch you after one hundred days." He said
"One hundred days? Hmm sounds good. I'll be fine coz I am not with you and your prostitute wife. Bye." Lumabas na agad ako ng sasakyan at narinig ko pa ang pag mura nito dala ng galit sa sinabi ko.
Nakita ko ang psychiatrist ko na agad kong nilapitan " ms. Roweign, glad to see you here." She smiled "thanks." I answered.
"Follow me." Sabi nito na aking sinunod. Maraming nag iiyakan at nag tatawanan sa buong paligid. Gubat na ata ito. Maraming puno. Batid kong nasa kalagitnaan na kami ng kakahuyan at may mga nag lalakihang tent ang nakapalibot sa isang tumpok ng kahoy na sa tingin ko ay sisigahan mamaya para sa gabi. "We are here and your tent is right there." Turo niya sa gitnang tent sa norte na kulay itim. Tinanguan ko ito at nag tungo na sa tent dala ang back pack ko. Hinawi ko ang tela at pumasok sa loob. Namangha ako sa nakita. A three single beds and fully airconditioned tent. Cool...
"Hey!" Someone caught my attention
"Uh.. hey." I smiled a bit "roommates?" I ask and they just nod at me.
I put my bag at the right corner bed and sat down "what is your name?" A girl with ash brown hair ask. I can't deny, she's pretty.
"Lhia Amanda Roweign."
" Nice name." Tumatango nitong sabi " Alysandra Madrigal. Nice meeting you." She offered her hand and I accept it " same with me." I smiled
" and I'm... Nicole Cortez." The girl who caught my attention earlier offered her hand. "Nice meeting you," I said
Compared to Alysandra, she has black curly hair. She is pretty also. I look at both of them. I can see pain through their eyes. I can conclude that they lack sleep, same with me. Nahagip ng paningin ko ang hiwa sa leeg ni Nicole. Tila may naramdaman akong kirot sa dibdib ko. I can't stand seeing others like that. "W-what happened to that?" I ask and pointed her neck
"Ah? This?" She laughs "it's nothing," she said
I am speechless...
Napatingin ako kay Alysandra at nakita ang konting bakas ng dugo sa puti nitong damit bandang sikmura. "It's nothing." Natatawa namang sabi ni Alysandra ng mapansin ang pag titig ko sa sikmura niya.
"W-what do you mean by 'nothing'?" I almost shout
"You know, Amanda... we are just the same. Look at your wrist." She smiled at me, making me understand we are not different from each other.
Napayuko ako. Right. There is no difference between the three of us.
"Let me go! I said let me go!" Napakunot ang noo ko sa naririnig na sumisigaw
"who's that?" I ask
"she's Gabriela, she has Bipolar Paranoia." Nicole said
Bipolar Paranoia, is a type of mental illness or disorder. Change in mood and sometimes hallucinating. Paranoid beliefs can be exaggerated, unfounded and irrational. There is often no evidence to show the thoughts are realistic. It is caused by Life experience that can cause you to stress, physical illness and sometimes stroke, drugs and alcohol, traumatic experience, anxiety, and depression.
"I want to see her..." I said before leaving the two of them
"we'll come with you." Alysandra said
lumabas ako ng tent at nakita ang babae na pinapakalma ng dalawang staffs at ng psychiatrist. "almost one year na siya dito nag i-stay sa camp.... and sad to say there is no improvement and it's just turning worst." napalingon ako kay Nicole na nag salita sa tabi ko. she is looking at Gabriel sadly. " I don't want to be like her...." and suddenly a tear escape from her eyes that makes me shock
"w-what do you mean?" I almost whispered
"m-my doctor diagnose me by bipolar disorder five months ago..." she smiled bitterly
"how long have you been here?"
"five months." she laughed
"i'm sorry..." i apologize
"it's okay... no worries" tinapik nito ang balikat ko "besides... i am enjoying my stay here and that is the most important thing for me."
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nag umpisa na mag siga ng kahoy ang mga lalaki at nag handa ng makakain ang mga babae. Nakipag kuwentuhan ako sa dalawa habang kumakain and it just turned out na pareho kami ni Alysandra ng problema. Nag karoon din ng jamming ang lahat and i can say.... it was fun!
"let's call out our newbie, please introduce yourself, " one of the staff said that makes me shiver
I slowly stood up and shyly face them "g-good evening... I am Lhia Amanda Roweign, nice meeting all of you." I said and bow a bit
"would you mind telling us the reason why you are here?"
"my dad sent me here coz' i tried to kill my self" simple kong sagot na tinguhan naman ng staff at pinaupo na ako
"so moving o-----"
"miss! meron pa'ng newbie dito" sigaw ng isang lalaki
"aww..yeah, sorry. please stand up and introduce yourself and tell us the reason why you are here." ngumiti ito at muling naupo
nakita ko ang pag tayo ng isang lalaki na moreno at matangkad na naka suot ng itim na t-shirt at jeans "Angelo Bautista. My psychiatrist suggested me to go here, that's why I am here." malamig ang tono ng pananalita nito at halatang walang balak sabihin ang tunay na dahilan ng pinagdaraanan tulad ko.
There is something about this guy that I can't explain...
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