WENT VIRAL [Rewritten]

PROLOGUE

Disclaimer: This story [Eyore Series #1: Went Viral] is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Short warning: This story contains mature parts, events and words. Always keep in your mind that you MUST read at your own risk.

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Going back to the same old place is as similar as walking in a dark, cold room, full of lament and cries of unheard voices, unheard because... they were either silenced... or they ran away.

They say, there's always two sides of the story. Maybe three. Or four. But when you run away from it, you're already guilty, coward and stupid.

And coming back would make you feel like you're foreign and different from everyone. Pero parehas pa rin. Walang pagbabago. Left... for years, but the feeling? I feel like I was here for a very long time but I chose not to acknowledge it.

I feel like nothing has changed. I'm still like a caged animal, being flocked by the same crowd, waiting for another mistake I might commit so they could throw me rocks.

Ayaw ko ng ganito, sa totoo lang. 'Yong kailangan kong magpanggap at huminga na parang ayos at normal lang ang lahat, dahil kung sasabihin ko ang isang malaking katotohanan... I was never fine. When I left, I feel like I left my soul and it burnt here.

Now that I got back, I feel like I was being placed in a wrong situation again.

Pero walang option para sa akin. If I let this go, I'd probably regret everything. It's a matter between my career.. or the ghost of my past? I shook my head. Sa paglakad ko palang, alam ko naman kung alin sa dalawa ang pinili ko.

My heels just clicked; it kisses the floor too well, creating strident noises but I act like I don't hear anything.. even their fuss, or whatever they call it. Tsismisan kung tawagin. I sighed. What's new after all?

Pagtapak palang ng paa ko sa building na iyon ay taas noo akong lumakad, sopistikada't walang pakialam sa tingin at bulungan ng lahat. Karamihan sa ekspresyong nasulyapan ko ay gulat at pagtataka.. malamang, ang ilan sa mga taong iyan ay kabilang sa mga nanliit sa akin noon.

With my fierce eyes, I indirectly informed them that I am thousand times better and way too different today than who I am from the past. I am this Reeva.. and never coming back to that Reeva again.

But no matter how I try to fight the urge of thinking about the past, from their eyes that watches me as I walk pass by them, naaalala ko lang lahat. Ang mga tingin sa akin noong nagyari ang mga bagay na sinubukan ko nang kalimutan. Their eyes that once told me that I am dirty, that I was not a victim, but someone to blame to.

Everything's taking me back— definitely unhealthy for me. Kaya halos mag-space out ako nang dahil sa iniisip at panginginig nang kaunti ng tuhod ko.

At kung sinuswerte ka nga naman, I almost tripped when I heard a kid crying all his heart and it startled me!

"The fuck!" I cussed, muntikan ko pa siyang matapakan! "Can someone get him out of my way?! He is.. annoying as hell!"

Everyone's just staring at me blankly, marahil ay nagtataka sa inasal ng isang dayuhan. Doon ko lang napagtanto na mukhang naging sobra ang reaksyon ko at hinding hindi nila maiintindihan 'yon kung sakaling sabihin ko ang rason ko, ngunit wala na akong pakialam doon.