𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 ✔︎(Completed)

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙸𝚅

Earlier...

"Okay, Marquez, Amanda Marionette, you're next."

Our teacher exclaimed, giving me a look of high expectation. After seeing the laughable performance of my classmates.

Also, because between the both of us, or rather all of us, knows that I'm a perfectionist when it comes to such performances.

Nodding with a small smile, I acknowledge her, and moved my feet in front of the class.

Eyeing all of them first, I open my lips to bring them shame that they had coming from me.

Only, this is graded by our teacher. Hitting two birds with one stone eh? I smirk to myself and embodied the person that I will speak for.

"Why do they keep on teasing me? Taunting me? Laughing at me?

Is it funny that I am poor? A neglected child?

Is it because they know...that I'm envious of them for having affectionate and understanding parents?

That I'm jealous of their freedom? Their ability to go wherever, whenever and with whoever they want?

Did they know how hurt I am, thinking of what I've done in my past life, to live through as unfair as mine?

Yes, I know that there are kids who suffers worse than mine.

But in times like this,
I just want somebody to know that I feel pain too.

That I get hurt, jealous, and even angry.

I'm just like everyone else who have their own demons to fight.

Some just have it worse.

To have such strict parents like mine,
as much as I'd like to appreciate
the gesture of protecting me,
it rather does the opposite.

I'm dying inside,
and no one knows.

I'm too isolated.

Because no one is perfect. And my parents will only judge the people I will choose myself to be around with.

I'd rather be alone than have them judged unfairly. To hear painful words meant for the people who accepted me regardless of how incomplete I am.

Being alone, I found myself drowning, deeper, and deeper, and deeper.

Day by day, the weight in my chest gets heavier.

The anxiety, oh God, it's far bigger than me.

I'm scared,
but no one knows.

None of them must know,
I can't let them know.

I don't want to be saved.

They can't.

I don't want to live for another day with this torture.

I don't want anyone to know.

So I keep quiet.

Like the trees in the middle of a storm,
just swaying and dancing with the wind.

Like the sky in the middle of a war,
just quiet, perhaps a little too quiet.

I like it quiet,
there is peace.

I also like it loud,
there is peace in chaos too.

I like peace.

I lied.

I love peace.

I'll do everything to afford it.

Hearing one last insult.

Obeying one last order.

Taking one last breath.

I think I deserve a break.

I need peace.

And now I welcome it with open arms.

Quiet, the last written work of Emily Reia S. Vicente, who was my best friend."

Ending my performance, I stand straight, unaware of the tears falling endlessly. Giving them a focused stare, hard enough to make them look away, I take a bow.

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What do you guys think they did for Amanda to focus on them? Let me know what you think!

-Rose Red 🥀