Have You Seen This Girl

Chapter 47 I'm gonna save you!

Chapter 47

Jillian’s POV

Ghad. Bad timing talaga. Bakit naman ngayon pa nasira ang tiyan ko? Great. Just great. It could have been after the production. My ill-stricken life had gone worst. Why, life? Why are you so rude to me? Hindi pa ba sapat lahat ng napagdaanan ko? Do I have to suffer more? Please, don’t make me regret waking up.   

While I was pathetically sitting on my throne, I grabbed for my phone and typed a message. Supposed to be, tatawag ako, kaso feeling ko hindi na enough ang balance ko. Anyway, I looked for Mitch’s number.

  

Tapos na ba?

  

I tried to send it but it keeps on failing. Lagi lang nagba-bounce back ‘yung message ko.

I’m afraid I just ran out of load. Really, life?! Life, what is this? A torture? If yes, wow, I’m so touched.  

Napabuntong hininga na lang ako. Siguro dahil ‘to sa pag-ubos ko ng load kagabi kaka-text kay Cyrus. Badtrip ‘yun! Hindi man lamang ako rineplyan kahit isang beses. Makatarungan ba ‘yun? That dork! I’ve spent my regular load trying to contact him but he just made me wait for nothing.

 Ang sama-sama talaga ng loob ko. Gusto ko na lang umiyak dahil sobrang bigat sa dibdib. All at once. I feel suffocated. I. Really. Want. To. Cry. So hard. So hard, I want to pour my heart out. I want to release everything. I want to tell the world how wounded I am. Pero ano pa ba ang magagawa noon? Would that bring him back? No, right? The damage has been done. What’s the point? Tss. What a zilch thinking.

When I was done, I fixed everything. I didn’t leave a mark. Not even an unacceptable smell. Ginamit ko ‘yung freshener nila dito sa loob. Of course, it’s a shame if ever someone comes inside. Ghad. I’ll feel terribly embarrassed.

After I have washed my hand, my phone vibrated. Si Ma’am Iza. Baka hinahanap na niya ako. Nagmadali tuloy akong buksan ito.

Jillian, where are you? Diretso ka na sa blockings, ah. Mag-uumpisa na ‘to in a short while.

Once again, I used my ninja skills. Dali-dali akong nagpalit ng damit ko. Thank God my artist had my hair and make-up fixated. If not, I would be a mess. Physically. Like, a mess. Ghad.

And I have nothing left in mind but, Run!

 My other dilemma now is my shoes. Pahirap pa sa akin ang high heels. Bukod sa hindi ako sanay ay hindi ako makatakbo ng maayos. Ang bagal bagal ko tuloy. Halos lumuwa na ang mga ugat ko sa paa. Baka magka-varicose veins ako dahil sa ginagawa kong ‘to.

But since I was left with no choice, I just did my best to get at the backstage, as fast as I could. Thank God I wasn’t late.

Sa likod ako dumaan para diretso na agad ako sa pwesto ko. Bago ako umakyat ng stage, iniwan ko sa may chair ang paper bag na dala ko kanina. Muntik ko na kasing maisama sa pagsampa ko.