Inscribed Fate (Under Revision)

Chapter 56 : Dreams

Chapter 56 : Dreams

SEREL

The view from here is clear. I can see the sun setting while it's colors are reflecting on the ocean's water. The sand is pure white. The moon is slowly arising to replace the sun's place and to shine on the dark night.

I last saw the sun back when I'm still living with my normal life. I can still clearly remember how I grew up with my grandmother and Fisso.

On my grade school years, I used to get bullied by my step sisters. It was my grandmother's grandchildren. They always hated me for some reason. Ganoon rin ang anak ni Lola. They're always treating me like I am just a trash. But their words do not affect me.

My grandmother raised me as a happy and cheerful person. She's getting mad at me whenever I cries.

I remember when I started to build my name on the writing career. She's always supporting me. Though some people are encouraging me to stop writing, she's still support me. She's out there, showing her big support on her grand daughter.

Her words are lingering on my ears. How she get mad at me for losing interests on my hobbies because of other people's words. I'm used to it, but it still hurts knowing that people who hated you will announce it globally just to encourage other to hate me to.

I hate mortals but I'm used to it. When I tried writing, my grandmother told me that those people that will hate me is just insecure. Insecure because I have something that they dont.

But everyone have their own insecurities. I envy people who grew up with their parents.

But to my grandmother, I'm still happy that she found me. That she loved me. She's always there when I had my breakdowns. When I'm sad. When I'm happy.

I remember my grandmother asking me why I write. Then I told her it was my escape. Escape from this cruel world. I have always believed that fairytales are true. That's why on my darkest days, I'm thinking that it was my challenge. And without my challenge, I wont be able to create my own story.

'Writing is isn't about how people appreciate your works. It wasn't about how they see it. Writing is about how the author created another portal to escape. It is about how you express yourself, how you can finally speak by your works. So don't worry about the people who wants to drag your confidence down. Because as long as you are expressing yourself, you dont need to care about them and just focus on yourself.'

She clearly said those words.

By writing, I always believed that whenever an author writes something, it was for them to express. Because through writing, they're able to express themselves. It wasn't about the readers. Writers dont write for readers. They write for their own satisfaction. Lagi kong iniisip na, siguro ang iba na sikat at sumusulat sa readers nila but... where did they started? The story was dedicated to themselves. That's how they started, to impress themselves. To escape. To create another world.

"Serel..." I looked up and saw a lady. But I cannot see her face clearly.

Then I looked on the view I was spotting earlier. The beach is now covered with darkness because the sun has finally set.

"You have lot of thoughts on your mind." The lady pointed out.

"I do have. But the others was just my opinions."

"She doesn't like it when you're crying." Muling pagsasalita ng babae. Hinipo ko ang pisngi ko at naramdaman na basa ito.

"I dont like it either."