5SOS: Life Changer

Chapter 1: Secret Garden

A/N: Hey lads and lasses rock on!!! Thank you so much for giving my piece of art a chance of your spare time. Hope you enjoy each word assembled to form a meaningful thought. It would be great to hear from you and learn something from one way or another. I'm an amateur writer but I'm working things out to improve and provide a good output. Honestly I'm enjoying every word made; this is one of my passions: writing. Plus I definitely love these badass dudes, hope you do (crazily giggling at my planet). So here goes my first published story featuring the all-time favourite pop punk band of the century: 5 Seconds of Summer. Hope you enjoy! Do the things you love, secret spice to happiness.

January 2015, a tiring month of travel with unsuccessful good news for such alternative. My father, mother, and brother took alternate schedules to go along with me around the Philippines and some countries in Asia. Until on the third week of the month, things get worst. And for a thousand time of protesting to stop the day to day hopeless venture, they finally take heed of my voice.

From then, I wasn't able to handle the fear I witnessed from the people I greatly love: my parents are highly depressed and my big brother is worried as hell. I may be the root of their agony but they never show me or make me feel even just once, I was the cause of all emotional trouble, even deep inside, I can see crystal clear, my dear family is suffering. Their love is immeasurable and pure and for once I want to bring back the favour in due season.

To conclude, I end welcoming the year with a heavy heart, trying my might to hide all the frustrations playing along my system even how incurable, forbidding my family not to see through it, and veiling the scum beneath a thousand smiles. Worst, this so called emptiness sprouts like a monster every tick of the clock, time shrinks, life's short, living a pessimistic lifestyle.

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On the 10th day of February 2015, I woke up early for the first time of the year around 9:00am with a late sweet kiss from Nanay and Tatay and tight huge hug from big bro. This was always a part of my family's daily routine, sending me signs of love before heading out on their hectic journey out of home. Mondays to Fridays is all for work from 8:00am to 5:00pm, Saturdays and Sundays are awesome days for family affairs unless they've got important matters to attend.

When they're out, my mind only thinks how blurry my future is. This year made me a person I'm not supposed to be. I'd lost the burning passion to pursue the things I want. I'm living a miserable life without any sense of direction. But the first days of the week feels like out of the ordinary, no reserve corner for déjà vu. It isn't just about waking up early or my progressive grades on my home school program since I left the four sided wall of school neither my consistent daily diary update at my blog for my detailed whereabouts of the day for not missing even just one since the bad news had been spit. It just feels so different even my life was based in a daily routine cycle.

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Brother opens the door to my room, to let our parents come in. Suddenly, I felt Nanay and Tatay's tender kisses in both cheeks. I stretch both my arms and hug them up. I sit properly in my bed to face my beloved ones with a smile portraying how lucky I am to have them. Then here goes my brother giving me a hug you'll surely miss.

I open my mouth and said, "Kuya Zayne! I can't breathe, would you loosen up? You smell like your best dude's rotten shoes, and you're sharing that awful perfume with my stuffies. Get off you giant skunk!"

I was struggling to keep myself from laughing and maintain a serious tone.

My brother pinches my nose and replied, "I'd rather smell Nathan's rotten shoes than your early bad breath."