Nyctophobia, fear of darkness, and here I am facing the fear that always brought a death in me. Dream, I am inside my dream, again. It's always dark. Kahit imulat ko pa ang aking mga mata, kahit idilat ko pa ang mga ito it doesn't make sense.
The complete darkness and silence makes my spine shiver. Mas gugustuhin ko pang marinig ang ingay ng kapitbahay namin kaysa sa ganito. Nabibingi ako sa katahimikan. Natatakot ako sa kadiliman. Takot na takot and damn it's always like this, I feel like I am being trapped, sa isang napakadilim na kwarto, napakatahimik at nag-iisa lang ako.
Tang*na hindi talaga ito isang magandang biro. I want to f*cking wake up.
As the cold air continue to hug me, I feel something strange. Jesus! Di ako takot sa multo pero — pero I feel someone- or anybody is f*cking staring at me!
Hinigpitan ko ang pagyakap sa aking sarili.
Damn damn damn my eyes are betraying me — out of curiosity I open my eyes, adjusting it due to the fading darkness and there — I saw a pair of eyes looking straightly towards my direction and it is damn glowing!
I was mesmerized by the beauty of it. It is not typically a red eyes glowing— nor gold. It is an ASH GRAY!
I intensely stare at the pair of eyes, at doon ko lang napansin na unti-unti na palang lumiliwanag ang paligid. Gusto kong makita ang nagmamay-ari ng mga mata ngunit dahil na rin sa halong takot at kaba na aking nararamdaman, I chose to close my eyes and let the darkness bring me into reality.
HUMIHINGAL akong gumising mula sa aking pagkakatulog.
That dream again. It's been hunting me for my whole life. Nothing changes except for today. That pair of eyes— glowing in the dark.
Kinikilabutan ako.
My bare hands suddenly hold the necklace that I am wearing. A single tear escaped from my eyes.
"Ina ... Ama ..." I uttered while stopping myself from sobbing.
"Ate?" tawag sa akin ng mga maliliit na boses, mula sa aking kapatid na tila aking nagising.
He's Zohar and I am Euryphae.
Our parents was a fan of mythical stories kaya ganito ang aming mga pangalan, that's what they've said but I know there's more than that.
Hindi ako bobo at lalong hindi ako bulag.
I am 23 and Zohar is 4 years old. We were both minors when our parents passed away, at iyon ay dahil sa hindi kapani-paniwalang pangyayari.
Nakita ko kung paano sila sumuka ng dugo, kung paano sila nagdusa sa sakit na kanilang nararamdaman ngunit sa mga oras na iyon ay wala akong nakitang kahit sino na sinasaktan o binubogbog sila pero may mga pasa at sugat sila sa kanilang katawan and I had witnessed how their bodies turn into ashes.
Hindi ko na napigilan ang aking sarili na umiyak.
Just seeing a glimpse of the scene makes my heart broke into pieces. Seeing your parents suffer— slowly fading and being swallowed by death, it was just like a nightmare.
I really hope it was.
Naramdaman ko na may mga maliliit na bisig ang yumakap sa akin mula sa aking likuran.
Zohar—
"Pasensya ka na Zohar, emosyonal lang talaga si ate." sabi ko sabay tawa ng pilit.
Hindi ako nakatanggap ng isang salita galing sa kanya sapagkat isang mahigpit na yakap ang aking naramdaman.
BINABASA MO ANG
Whom You Forgot
General Fiction【Nyctophobia - a phobia characterized by a severe fear of the dark. It is triggered by the brain's disfigured perception of what would, or could happen when in a dark environment. It can also be temporarily triggered if the mind is unsteady or scare...
