Note: Malikhain is a Filipino word that means Creative.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I never thought of myself as ugly ever since I was a child. And no one even told me that I'm hideous either. I wore faded jeans, a black shirt, and a black hoodie. It'll be cold in school for sure; I wear it now, so I don't have to when I get there. "Hey, how long will you look at yourself in the mirror? Give the mirror a break!" Hade sulking. I glared at him. He was lying comfortably on my bed with both of his hands placed on the back of his head. I checked the things on my backpack first. Laptop, check. Tablet, check. Ballpen, check, notebook, check. When I saw everything there, I zipped up my bag, put it on, and walked out through the door. I know I don't need paper and a pen, but still, I'm comfortable with it. "I'm going to school!" I shouted while fixing my shoes. My mom popped up in front of me, smiling. She was doing well, and it was good to see how big her improvements were. I hugged her tightly before I got out of the house
It's been a month since I entered T University. I didn't have a hard time blending in with the school. Instead, I had a hard time managing my time. I had so much fun in my organization, and for next month we're preparing for a workshop for all students at T University, and I'm part of the production team!But the downfall was I needed to stay behind after school hours. Whenever I got home, everything was a mess. I've been crying for the whole month while cleaning the house at twelve in the morning.I'll wake up at four a.m. to prepare my mom's breakfast and medicine since Paris woke up in the afternoon. I'll also have to prepare our food until dinner, and it sucks because I have to go to the market. I'm still calculating the best time to go there so that it won't cost me pain.So many things to do at the house and at school at the same time.I had a hard time budgeting too. Our bills suddenly rise. They were ranging from six hundred to one thousand plus real quick.Our bills total amou
I grabbed my bag and quickly headed out of the house. While locking our front gate, I almost jumped due to the car's horn. I looked at the parked car in front of our house and saw Hade and Jarred leaning on the hood with their arms across their chest. I laughed at what I saw. They're trying too hard to look cool, but not going to lie. They both look cool in that pose. I put the keys inside my bag and slowly walked towards them. I scanned Jarred's face. He has a patch on his right forehead, he tried hiding it through his bangs, but it was too short. He also had a band-aid on the left corner of his mouth. I can also see the bandage around his chest peeking on his polo shirt. I wonder where it goes. He texted me last night to meet up today to cover up what we missed yesterday, but we decided to meet at the Cafe as far as I know. What was he doing here? "I thought we're gonna meet at the cafe?" I asked Jarred, who's currently opening the door for me. He just lowers the corner of his mo
I lost the will to continue what I was doing last year. I just want to come back from being a teenager whose only herself was her problem. Because right now, it feels like I'm carrying four whole worlds— as a mom, as a dad, as a daughter, and as a sister. I'm already a whole package. I wonder what else I am missing for Tycen to look for someone else. Maybe time. That was what I've been chasing since last year, time. It's been a week. I don't cook, clean, or do anything, and I didn't even attend my classes for a straight week. And I won't lie. I pity myself a lot. Every time I looked at our house before leaving for school, it was a mess. Mom was cleaning up despite her situation, and I couldn't take it anymore. I feel bad for mom. Paris doesn't care. Was it my fault? Because I didn't raise her, right? Was she even my responsibility in the first place? I'm confused. Am I responsible for whatever is happening to her right now? Jarred was the one who went to Grey publishing. He
I haven't met Tycen personally, and being close with Hade makes me feel like I was with Tycen. There's a difference between them, but Hade made me think about what I felt when I was still in contact with Tycen. I'm not sure if this is because of Hade's actions towards me these last few days. But it was bothering me. I can't even look at him or talk to him without having these weird thoughts. I know it's insane to think like this, but how can I stop doing it when all I can think of is Tycen? How can different people have the same type of personality? They're not similar in all aspects. I'll never know I never met Tycen. But what if the Tycen I know was not the real Tycen, it's the Tycen I created in my mind? Wouldn't it be a great thing because I'll be able to move on faster? My overthinking was interrupted when I heard a knock on my table. I looked at the ghost in front of me, currently sitting at the table. He's smiling from ear to ear. "What now?" I asked. He faded and popped
The furniture inside the restaurant was classy looking and had high-quality antiques. They also have high-quality artwork on the walls, tastefully arranged. Dining tables were spaced a little farther apart, giving guests more room and privacy. I folded my mouth, checking myself if I had left it hanging open. This is my first time getting into this kind of restaurant. First and foremost, we cannot afford the price, and of course, we don't fit in. I'm afraid to eat. Can I just order water instead? I'm not familiar with the spoons and any other silverware on the top of the tables, damn. The waiter leads us to our table. Jarred helped me sit in my chair even though I didn't need any help. I smiled at him and watched them sit on their own. I'm not sure if I should have let President De Verra sit first. I secretly pinched my hand under the table to stop myself from overthinking. The waiter approached President De Verra. Do I even have to call Jackson President De Verra for the rest of my
It was so bright. I closed my eyes again. It feels so heavy; everything feels so heavy. I tried opening my eyes again, and I saw unfamiliar faces. They are wearing white coats and have stethoscopes hanging on their necks. I think they're talking to me, but I can't understand what they say. I blinked and looked to the other side, and I saw mom. She looks so worried; she's in no place to worry. She should be at home. Who the hell brought my mom here to see me at this state? I tried moving my fingers, but I couldn't move. My whole body feels so numb I can't even speak. It makes breathing hard. I heard the sound of a machine. One of the people in a white suit put an oxygen mask on me. It feels better. I closed my eyes and left the people around me in chaos. I want my peace back. ----- "I'll take Lianne and Paris home, and I'll be back; please stay here until I get back." I opened my eyes wide and tried to get up, but I couldn't. I felt someone's touch on my shoulder. Jarred smiled
It took me three days at the hospital; it was hell. Fortunately, I'm going home now. The doctor came to my room while I fixed the bed; he was with a small piece of paper. I should take this chance to talk with my doctor; he smiled at me at handed me the paper. "It's the list of the medicine you have to take. You have to take those at the right time and make sure that you eat a whole meal before taking it. Don't just eat bread or what; sleep for at least six hours at minimum." he sighed at seriously looked me in the eye. "I'm not trying to scare you, Sydney, but you have a high risk of being on a cardiac attack due to blood clotting. Take care of yourself; you're too young. I don't know what you're going through, but please seek help, okay?" he tapped my sho