The Guy Who Made Me New

Chapter 1: Weird is His Gesture

Maxwell Rohan

Sa pagmulat ko ng aking mga mata, agad akong nangapa sa aking gawing kanan kung nasaan ang aking bedside table, upang i-turn off ang aking naghuhumiyaw na alarm clock. Maka-ilang ulit ko pang ibinukas-sara ang aking mga mata bago tuluyang bumangon habang naghihikab.

It's Monday already, my first day of school as a grade 12 student. I'm quite excited yet nervous. Excited na matuto, nervous dahil kailangan ko na naman makisalamuha sa iba't ibang klase ng tao araw-araw sa loob ng walong oras. I quite hate socializing ever since the day I woke up after being in coma for one year ten years ago. Since I woke up, I started to distance myself from anyone. Hindi ko alam kung bakit pero feeling ko kasi ay mas safe ako kung wala akong kakausapin kahit sino.

Far from what my mom told me and also from what I remember. Noong bago ako ma-coma, mahilig akong makipaglaro sa kahit sino at kahit saan. Pero noong nagising ako, sobrang ayaw ko nang makisalamuha. Even in school noong nagtuloy ako sa pag-aaral, wala akong kahit sinong kinakausap aside from my teachers. After what happened to me, books, Japanese anime series, Korean dramas and music, and my mom are my only friends. Not until high school kung saan nakilala ko ang aking only friend na si Precious Stones.

After several minutes of sitting on my bed, I decided to finally do my morning routine before going to the bathroom inside my bedroom to take a shower. Hindi rin nagtagal ang aking paliligo. Bago tuluyang lumabas sa bathroom, I applied every daily essentials that I'm using. Such as, deo, moisturizer, korean sunscreen, and perfume.

Matapos kong makumpleto ang aking everyday routine, agad akong kumuha ng isang simple white medium oversized fit tee na may 'milk' print, black jeans na medyo bitin, white socks na may two black linings sa may garter, and a black vans shoes. Although may uniform na ako, I decided to wear civilian clothes dahil may one week naman na palugit sa mga estudyante para magkaroon ng uniform. Also, wala rin naman nag susuot ng uniform sa school namin every first week of the school year. Simply because every after school hours ay dumidiretso pa karamihan ng estudyante sa mall to waste the money of their parents over a cup of an expensive milk tea, coffee, and the likes. Which is not really my thing. After school hours, although I have my car, diretso uwi ako.

To complete my outfit, I grabbed and worn my black wristwatch. Kung saan nakita ko na 6:50 am na. Eight ang start ng class, so I still have some time to have my breakfast with my mommy and also to wait for my only friend, Precious. Madalas kasi siyang sumasabay sa akin since sa iisang school lang naman kami nag aaral.

Pinagmasdan ko ang sarili ko sa aking full-length mirror. Staring to my usual self with a normal body built, almost porcelain skin, 5' 7 height, untrimmed straight hair parted from the right, small reddish lips, pointy nose, thin perfectly shaped brows, long thick lashes, almost pore-less face, and my emotionless hazel brown eyes. I look fine but some people at school named me as 'cute emotionless guy' which I kinda agree yet disagree with. Agree because after being in coma, my eyes started to become emotionless in a particular reason that I don't understand. I just feel like something's missing but I don't know what it is. Disagree because I don't think I'm cute. To me, I'm nothing but a normal looking nineteen year old guy. Tss.

Matapos kong mapagtanto na ayos lang naman ang hitsura ko ay kinuha ko na ang aking plain black Tribal backpack which contains the books I have to bring for today's class, pen pouch, binder notebook, umbrella, tumbler, hygiene essentials, and an extra shirt.

I once again glanced in my wristwatch and it's five minutes left before seven in the morning. Just the right time to finally go down stairs and meet my mommy who's probably done cooking food for breakfast.