I'M CURSED, NOT BLESSED
A writer who lacks confidence
Lot of stories, yet not read
Plot twists inside her head
Scenarios kept on popping
Voices talking
Yeah,
She is a writer
The silent writer.|
"The silent writer" I read the last part of the poem I'm trying to compose. "Wait, poem? Is it a poem or I'm just trying to be a poet?" I asked myself, looking at the ceiling of my room.
'Yeah, it's better if I wrote poems than stories'
I shake my head.
Ugh! Focus!
"The silent writer or The Anxious Writer?" I'm torn between the two. Anxious or silent? "Or maybe The anxious silent writer?"
Seconds passed.
"Yeah what ever, Quinn. Just put it there so you can finally go to your bed and sleep." I told myself.
Backspace. Backspace.
The si|
Type. Type.
The anxious silent writer.|
Now, ctrl S then enter.
"Done" I told myself and went to my bed.
I opened my eyes. I suddenly stand up when I felt the moist of the grass through my bare back, I'm wearing a back less blue dress.
I look around.
Though it's foggy, I still know that I'm standing at our schools soccer ground. I closed my eyes once again and heave a sigh. The cold air is relaxing.
"Quinn." I heard his distant voice and that makes me open my eyes. I turn to look at his direction, "Please. Mag-usap naman tayo, oh." said the boy I hate the most, wearing tuxedo, in front of a girl wearing a dress...same as mine.
Pleading.
"Let me explain" he's now on his knees. Crying. Begging.
"I don't need any of your explanations! You already made it clear for me, remember? So what are gonna explain? That you're already regretting what you did? Huh?! Sana dati pa diba?! Sana, nung handa pa akong makinig!" the girl shouted.
I can feel the anger she's trying to contain inside her.
I felt something wet on my cheeks. I wipe it. 'Raindrops?' I first thought, but no. Tears are flowing down from my eyes. I looked back at their direction.
The girl turned--No! It wasn't just some girl. It's me. I'm here again.
My replica turned her back to him and starts walking away.
"QUINN!" I shouted to my self, "Don't walk away!" but it seems like they can't hear me. They never will.
"Please, comeback to me, Quinn" his voice is weak. Nakaluhod pa rin siya. Umiiyak. "I can't live with out you, baby." dugtong niya pa.
My replica stop, but didn't bother to look back.
"NO! PLEASE QUINN! DON'T SAY IT!" I shouted once again, hoping she'll hear me...
Just like what I always do.
Hope. Shout. Beg.
"Then die..." my replica coldly replied.
