Whatever We Had

Twenty-six

#WWH26
26
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Death

It was that afternoon, when everyone, even me, thought that I wouldn't make it alive.

There are some moments in our life where we wished for it to last longer. Some moments that we thought we could've done better, we could have been better. Some moments that we wouldn't want to happen again. And some moments that will definitely change our lives forever. Like this one...

I.. am a girl who's happy. At some point in my life, yes, I became happy. It was a lucky chance. I have the boyfriend I wished to have. I have friends who wished nothing but each other's happiness. I lived a luxurious life. It all seemed... perfect.

But then God wouldn't shower you all the good things in life. No one lives a perfect life, I'm sure of that. The world is flawed... faulty.

Life... will always have struggles. It's up to you how you will handle it.

And sadly, I chose to end my mine. It was bugging me so much I kept on thinking about it and this is the solution I came up with. Death...

I was weak. I let the demons in my head crawl and eat me up. I welcomed them in my system. At that point of my life, I felt nothing but emptiness. Hopelessness enveloped me. I thought it was a dead end for me... I thought.

"Wrailette? Wrailette, anak, please, wake up!" I heard a woman sobbed.

"I'm sorry, Wrailette, I wasn't the best dad," A warm baritone whispered. Dad?

"Honey, please, wake up..." Then the voice faded.

"Wraie..." I heard a man whispered after a few minutes.

"Lisle, I think you and your friends should go home or atleast rest."

"They can rest, tito. I'll stay here." The man said in a weary but calm voice.

And then I heard voices of random people that are familiar but I don't seem to recognize all of them. Why do they sound like they are pleading? Some of them are even crying... I'm still here... I'm alive... or am I?

But I can still hear and feel them.

Then I remembered how I ended up here. It was a cloudy afternoon at a beach in Ferris. I wasn't happy when we got there. From that point on, I knew something lugubrious is going to happen.

I looked at the sea. The waves crashed with one another, enveloping each other in their arms. The sea invited me and so I willingly obliged. And then I remembered dad's words...

"... your art will bring you nowhere."

"Anong akala mo, magaling ka, ha?"

"2nd place? Wrailette, what a disgrace! See, you can't even win 1st place. It means you lack talent!"

"You're not good at it. Stop trying, you look stupid. You should just focus on your academics. You need higher grades, not medals from worthless competitions."

"... hindi ka na nga magaling sa school, iba pa pinagtutuunan mo ng pansin."

"Wala akong anak na walang kwenta at walang utang na loob."

"... but I also think Fine Arts is useless."

"Your art is cheap, sa tingin mo ba aangat ka dyan?"