First Installment for the MAYHEM series
"Innocence was never meant to be addictive."
Addiction has been a part of Kyson Montenegro's nature, and women, in particular have always been his favorite obsession. Being the lead singer in a band has its pe...
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Sa isang buwan na nawala ako ay hindi man lang ako tinawagan ni Mr. Miranda. Hindi ko iyon inasahan pa, dahil kahit simula pa noon ay hindi na kami nag-uusap, pero kahit ganoon ay siya pa rin ang nagsilbing magulang ko sa buong buhay ko. Wala ba siyang pakialam sa akin kung kumusta na ba ang lagay o kung maayos ba ang buhay ko ngayon? O talagang masaya siya dahil wala na ako sa bahay nila.
More than likely, it was the latter.
I only had one photo from my childhood, and it was one a teacher had taken of me with my classmates in the fourth grade. She gave each student a copy in a heart-shaped frame for Valentine's Day.
Hindi ako nabigyan ng pagkakataon na magkaroon ng cellphone na may camera, and things like Facebook were off-limits to me. If Mrs. Miranda had ever seen me doing anything like that, I would have paid for it.
Looking around my apartment, I realized there was a coldness to it. I had nothing to show for my life. Nothing to remember it by.
I wanted memories that I could cherish. There was no reason to be sad because of my past. What I needed to do was focus on my life now. I had friends now. I also had a phone with a camera, and a laptop.
When I walked in the door, I wanted there to be photos of people in my life that made me smile. I wanted to see moments I would always remember.
If I didn't want to be different, then I needed to learn how to live like a normal person. I had thought coming here, that hiding out in my apartment and writing, was all I wanted to do.
I knew now I had been wrong. I hadn't known about the things in life: like how good a kiss felt or how nice it felt to be held by someone.
I had never had someone tell me about themselves and listen to me talk in return. Having had a taste of both, I wasn't willing to go back to being that girl who closed herself off from the world and everyone who might hurt her.
Napagtanto ko rin na baka nagkamali nga si Mrs. Miranda tungkol sa mga sinasabi niya sa akin. Gusto ako ng mga tao dito. Walang nagbubulungan o nagbibigay sa akin ng masamang tingin sa tuwing makikita nila akong naglalakad. Kadalasan pa nga ay ngingitian nila ako sa tuwing titingin sila sa akin. Hindi nila nakita ang pangit sa akin na parating sinasabi ni Mrs. Miranda.
I was almost convinced she had been lying. She hated me because of my mother, but I wasn't a bad person. Good people liked me. No one treated me like I was a walking sin.
