Six Feet Below [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER 3

  Cold.

It has been four days since my father's burial. I can feel the cold, dark, and sad atmosphere around my house. My sister is now in therapy. Well, she needed it. She lost her baby and our father as well. Mom has been taking pills for depression. Me? I failed our final defense which equates 80% of my grades.

Zairus and I hadn't seen each other for
for a while now. It's just really hard. The feeling of not knowing what you're supposed to do? I want to cry, but I can't. I can't even cry properly. And it hurts so bad. I can't talk to anyone. I want to, but I can't. They'll say I'm being dramatic. It's hard for me to open to others. Specially when you know that they won't take you seriously.

As for me, I always go to the park where my father would always take me when I was a child. I can still remember it like it was yesterday.

I sat on the bench and sighed. I'm hopeless. Damn it. I stared at the blue sky and asked myself.

"Pa, can you see me?" I mumbled.

"Miss, makiki-upo." Tanong ng isang lalaki at umupo sa tabihan ko.

Aalis na sana ako, nang bigla akong makaramdam ng malamig na hangin. Iba sa pakiramdam. Nakaka-pangilabot. Napatingin ako sa lalaking katabi ko kanina na ngayo'y maluha-luha na rin.

What's his problem? I got so curious, that I sat beside him again. Maybe, just maybe helping him can me feel better.

"Psst. Anong nangyari? Bakit ka paiyak na?" Tanong ko pero 'di parin ako sa kaniya nakaharap.

Hindi siya nagsalita. I turned to him and what the heck? He's crying now? Gosh, are his eyes a mini version of the river?

"D-Did I say something wrong?!" Nataranta ako at agad na nag hagis sa mukha niya ng panyo.

"Kasi miss, yung babaeng pinaka-mamahal ko, Iniwan ako. Hehe..."
Lalo na siyang napaiyak. Did he really loved that girl? Or did the girl even liked him?

I don't know what to say. Since I've never had a boyfriend. It was awkwardly silent of a moment.

"Break na kayo?" I asked.

"Oo?" Ani ng lalaki na naiyak parin.

"Ah..." I crossed my arms and started thinking. Should I leave him?

"How 'bout you? You seemed sad earlier. Is there a problem?" He asked, he just stopped crying.

I'm not quite sure if I can trust him. He is a stranger. Can I really tell him? I mean, hindi naman niya maiipagkalat kasi hindi na ulit kami magkikita?

"I must be the girl with a horrible luck." I laughed sarcastically. He gave me a "what" look.

"My father died weeks ago. I failed my grades, I hadn't seen my best friend for a while now, I've heard people talking behind my back, and I am being bullied."

I turned to him and I couldn't read his facial expression. He kept a stern face.

"Hindi mo naman ipagsasabi... right?" I was sounded so pathetic. He smiled and said "no".

We chatted for a couple of minutes. About his ex, my dad and other activities. I sighed and smiled genuinely. Pakiramdam ko, nabawasan yung lungkot na dala ko. He seemed nice and he's also good-looking.

"Kanina pa tayo nag uusap, 'di ko parin alam pangalan mo!" Pagkukunwari niyang tampo.

"Asus, tampo pa. 'Di ako maalam manuyo!"

Masaya. I feel like, we've known each other for a long time. Since we talk like this, act like this, and other things.

"Diana." Pag-aabot ko ng kamay kaniya.

"Bryce." He said and took my hand.

I don't know why, but he gave me a different vibe when he touched my hand. So cold, yet so warm.

RAXXia