Remember Me, Mi Amore

10

"Anne?" It was the same voice. Just like the last time I've heard it. Who is this? Who is this woman? What is she doing here? What am I doing here? Where am I?

The sound of my alarm clock ringed. All the things that had been on my mind suddenly went black because of that. I stared at the ceiling. My brows are knitted as my mind wanders deep. As my mind, question what just happened.

But I know that questioning myself will just make my head ache. I know that wondering will lead me to places I shouldn't be in. Places that I should stay away from because it could lead me to danger. The danger of reality.

I walked towards the bathroom and did some things to prepare and cleaned myself. After that, I walked towards the dinner table. Like always, I was hungry. That's the reason why it's the first thing that I walked on.

When I got in there, the side of my eyes grew bigger as I felt unbelieved in my body. My jaw dropped down on the floor as I blinked a lot of times. I was trying to see if I was still in the dream land. I was trying to know if I was in reality right now as my eyes eat up the scene that was in presented right now.

There's no definite answer to what I'm doing right now than to pinched myself in the hands. So that's what I did. My two fingers dug the skin of my other hand. When the pain was run through my veins, I found out that I wasn't dreaming at all. I was in the real world.

With my brows still knitted and with my mouth still hanging low, I sat at the seat that I was usually seating on.

Sure, my Dad had joined me in a dinner or lunch. But breakfast? Never, he did that never. Even if it's in a million years. It was because he always out early in the morning or something like that. I don't know! Basta busy siya! Sobrang busy that he can't take care of his child anymore!

I sighed as I let out this negative feeling inside me. The sun had just shone. Let's not catch bad vibes, shall we? So I didn't dwell on the fact that I think my parents don't care for their child.

Instead, I scooped some rice and foods that I like that was on the table. We both ate in silence but the only thing you can hear is the metal utensils hitting the plate. The ticking of the clock had never been so louder at this moment. Well, there's nothing new about this. Because it's always like this.

"Good morning, Anne," Father said to me. Odd, weird, unusual. What is happening right now? I don't know.

"Morning," I just responded with nothing but that. Because what is he expecting me to say after that? Probably he hadn't expected anything at all because he doesn't know anything about his daughter. He does not know me.

"Your Mom—"

The next thing I heard after he said that was the slamming of the fork and spoon on the hardwood table. Here we are again. The same name, the same thing and the same person I don't want to hear. I close my eyes as I held my knuckles tightly. I wanted to scream. I wanted to lash out.

"Your Mom is—" He continued even more.

Does he not see that I am not in the right mood? Does he not see that I'm barely keeping it up together? Does he not see with his two eyes that I'm almost lashing out because of the thing that came out from his mouth?! Does he not see?!

"My Mom is no one! Hindi ko siya kilala at wala akong balak kilalanin siya!" My voice was laced with anger, spite and hatred. I screamed out at the top of my lungs as I looked him in the eyes. I've had enough of this!

I looked at him in the eyes one last time. There was nothing in there but concern towards me. If he was concerned, he would call my Mom. He would tell me everything but he didn't. I nodded my head at him as I stood up.

I stomped my foot away from the dining room where I was before. My ears are flaming red. My nose and mouth were breathing flame. Everything I looked at was becoming ash because of the burning furnace that was inside me.

All I could feel was anger at the moment. So much angriness and hatred that I found myself in front of Dad's table. I wanted revenge. I wanted to get back at him. Because... why not? He knew that I didn't like my mother. He knew that every time he says that thing in front of me, the thing that you could hear was nothing but screams. So why?

Why would he say that to me? Especially during breakfast. The sun had dawned— and it was on my mind, a perfect day— but he needed to do something to ruin it. He always needs something to tear everything that paints happiness. Nakakagigil!

I walked towards his dark wood table. My fists were curled as I scan every paper that was on the table. Some had nothing special on it. It was just paper from his works or something. But one thing caught my attention.

The written words were written on his white paper. It was a girl's name. I could tell that it was a she because... I just could tell, okay? My brows furrowed as I read the name on my mind.

Annette de Felis.

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