We all gathered here in the office after what happened. The principal talked to us not saying anything from anyone while they were thinking for the right punishment that Zaiven would serve.
Matapos nun ay pinauwi na kami.
For the second time I felt traumatized, he just pulled out someone's eyeball! Omygash? And for what? Dahil sa pambubuhos ba sakin ng tubig ng grupo nila Potpot? Or badtrip lang talaga sya.
He was indeed a psycho. How could he do that on the first day of class and in front of Potpot and his friends...in front of me?
Ano ba tong napasok ko. I literally don't want to associate myself with him pero tang inang tadhana yan lagi kaming pinaglalapit.
Ano bang nagawa kong mali sa mundo at puro mga baliw ang nakikilala ko?
Dapat ipadala na yun sa mental paano kung sa susunod puso naman dukutin nya? Dapat ang punishment nya ipadala na lang sa ibang lugar.
Napapasabunot na ako sa buhok ko habang naglalakad pauwi sa amin. Di na ako sumabay doon sa dalawa dahil baka mabunganga ko pa yung nangyari edi mayayari ako.
I know his rich but to parade that kind of act kahit pa wala namang katao tao nun and I'm the only witness also sila Potpot in that scene he should hold back!
Or he should seek some medical attention.
Bahala na nga basta iiwasan ko ang lalaking yun until this last year of our HS. He's sick in the head sa sobrang yaman siguro nila he didn't know where and when he should burst out.
Saka bakit parang normal lang yun sa kanya when he did that act?!
Tsk.
Arhg! Bat ba sya ang tumatakbo sa isip ko. I should have focused on the lesson tomorrow. Lol as if nagseseryoso ako sa pag aaral.
Isa pa.....
The memory of that guy in the forest visit my head dahilan para medyo sumakit ito. He was like him.
And their similarities bother me. Ayokong umabot na malaman kong sya pala ang lalaking dahilan ng trauma ko.
I don't want to associate myself with his kind.
Naglalakad na ako pauwi and this is also one of the ways to cool my head from the shock I had felt earlier.
He's really weird.
Nailabas ko yung baon ko sa bulsa kasi feeling ko gusto ko na lang mag tric dahil napapagod na yung isip ko. Gusto ko na lang humiga.
I count the coins and a few folded paper money I have in hand. Mag papaspecial na lang ako dahil wala na rin naman akong makakasabay. Wala na ring jeep ng ganitong oras kaya no choice sa tric kahit medyo mahal.
50 pesos kasi ang special hanggang sa barangay namin. Madadagdagan yan kapag mas malayo.
Apat na barangay lang naman ang pagitan ng school namin. At naglakad ko na ang dalawang barangay mula sa school kaya siguro baka 25 na lang ito. Kasi studyante naman ako.
I was busy counting my money and arguing with myself whether I will continue to walk or find a tricycle to get home early. When some stranger's car stops by my side.
Napalingon ako doon at nagpatigil sa pagbibilang. Bumundol ang kaba sa akin ng maalala na may mga white van or car na nanghuhuli ng bata.
Naalala ko pa na sabi sabi ng matatanda ay nilalagay sa tulay ang mga ito para tumibay. O di naman kaya ay ibinebenta ang laman loob sa mga sindikato--
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