I perfected the art of pretending I’m fine when in fact, I’m bleeding inside. I perfected the art of not showing that I’m greatly affected by all the things that happened to me. I perfected the art of not showing too much emotion but I still can’t keep the tears rolling down my face while staring at the black dress Yuan put on in my closet last night.
Someone knocked on my door but I’m too tired to answer. I smell jasmine filling the air and I slowly look at my mom who’s already in her black dress. Her hair is slightly curled in the end, the small black hat covers half of her head.
“Are you okay?” she asked, squeezing my hands lightly.
How am I supposed to be fine when the only person I want is not here with me right now?
“You think everyone’s going to move on, Mom?” I asked, hoping she has all the answers to my question.
“Everything will soon be alright, honey. Time will heal all wounds.” She pulled me for a hug and I
Mommy used to tell me that Nightmare is an evil spirit formerly thought to oppress people while they were sleeping. It causes people to experience bad things in their dreams. Yuan used to get annoyed whenever I cry and wet the bed because I had a bad dream. Mom and Dad will come to me and let me sleep in their room. Yuan said that I should not be afraid of Nightmare because it visits the ones who are scared of it. He said that if I became brave to sleep alone, Nightmare won’t visit me. When I was eight, he gave me his favorite stuffed toy. He said it protects him from Nightmare and if I sleep with the teddy bear, Nightmare will not come to me. I don’t know what happened because his teddy bear suddenly lost its magic to protect me from Nightmare. It’s been years but Nightmare still visits me every night. It never missed an evening. It gets creepier every time. My whole body is trembling when I woke up. I’m drenching in sweat but I yank my comforter until i
I cried, silently praying to Heavens that God will bring someone here to save me.I tried pulling the rope that binds my hand but every time I do, the material bites into my skin, digging deeper, drawing blood behind it. I stared at the reflection of the little girl in the room. Her hair is still tied in a messy ponytail, the ribbon of her headband is missing. Her yellow dress looks like a rug now from the dirt. Her face is beaten up badly, she got bruises everywhere.That little girl is me.“Don’t bother.” A voice from somewhere startled me. “You’ll only hurt yourself more.”I tried to adjust in the dark and found a silhouette of a little boy, probably my age, sitting on the far edge of the room. His hands and feet are also tied.“W-who are you?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“Are you okay?” the boy has managed to get to me. He flinched when he moves so I carefully sat beside him. Traces of blood is evident on his face. His shirt is ripped from the back, exposing the bruises from the whip. I can feel the pain in my body, too. But this time, I’m more afraid for the boy beside me. “Is he gone?” I whispered; too afraid I will be heard. “Yes.” He answered, “Hey, don’t cry.” As if on cue, my tears well my face, making it sting. It’s raining again. I don’t know how long have I slept. I’m not hungry anymore. I silently prayed that Mom will come to pick me up. “Hey, you okay?” My hands caressed my arms. The smell of antiseptic filled my nose before I can even open my eyes and look at the one talking to me. The room is white and sterile. I’m in the hospital again. I inhaled air
“Are you done with your project?” Luna asked me as soon as our Literature Instructor exited the room. I shut down my laptop and gather my things into my bag before facing her. She’s sitting on the chair in front of me with the pen dancing on her fingers. I massaged my neck and my eyes landed on Akira who’s furiously typing on his laptop. Lucas is sitting beside him, dictating from the book. “Yes.” I stare at Luna to stop myself from staring at Akira. He’s like a magnet and my eyes are drawn to him every time. After he disappeared from the hospital, I didn’t hear anything from him—not that I want to hear something from him. “Wow. I’m not yet done.” She scratched her nose as her eyes landed on the boys across us in the room. Akira frantically rocks his leg while Lucas focused on the book. Whenever he reads fast, Akira will click his tongue and close his fist like he wants to punch Luc right in the face. “You need help?” I asked her while I duck
Sadoche It’s already raining when I reached Kori’s house. Since I’m already drenching, I throw my bag on the porch and stayed under the rain. It’s already dark, the only light outside is the flash of lightning in the sky. The rain will not stop anytime soon so I lie on my back, feeling the cold concrete. I stare blankly at the roaring sky, not minding the painful drops of rain. I heard the front door opened but I’m too tired to care. I closed my eyes, feeling the cold, hard ground. The rain is still pouring but I’m suddenly not feeling the raindrops. When I opened my eyes, Kori’s face comes into view. “What on earth are you doing there, boy?” he asked, he looks like a grim reaper on his black coat. “Get up, dummy. You’re going to catch a cold.” He pulled me up and basically dragged me inside the house. He threw a towel on my face and went into the kitchen. I was able to strip on my clothes and cover my waist wit
(Trigger warning: The following scene contains violence, physical abuse, traumatic experiences which some readers may find triggering. If you need support at any time, please call the National Suicide Prevention Helplines.)“Damn it, Yu. It’s just a sleepover why are you packing a lot?”I snatched from Yuan the clothes he’s putting in a duffel bag. I packed just enough clothes inside my backpack and my medicines.“You might need—fine, fine.”He let go of the bag just when the doorbell rings. Luna called me this afternoon that Lucas will pick me up because she’s still preparing for their house. Yuan walked out of my room to get the door.“Roux! Your friends are here!” Yuan shouted from the living area.I heave a sigh and carry my backpack downstairs. I don’t know what to wear to a slumber party so I settled for leggings and an oversized jacket. Yuan is ta
Sadoche There’s something wrong with her. The way she stares at the candles says it all and when Luna blew them, Roux finally loses it. Luna and Lucas were oblivious of her but I saw how her pupils dilate like she’d seen a ghost. I kneel beside her, putting a safe distance since she freaks out whenever someone touches her. She’s staring at nothing like she’s in a trance. “Roux,” I called her but it seems like she can’t even hear me. Lucas puts the cake down on the table while Luna watches her in horror. “Oh my God, what’s happening to her?” she asked like I know the answer. “Roux.” I snapped a finger on her face but she suddenly started kicking. Lucas pulled Luna away from her since she got kicked on her stomach. Lucas runs for the lights but Roux kept on kicking the air like she’s trying to get away from something—or someone. She managed to knock out the plates an
Sadoche “Are you sure about this?” I looked at Aki who is still busy buttoning his shirt—my shirt. “I just want to see Mom’s reaction when she sees us. Today I’ll be Kirian and you’ll act like me. I just want to give myself a break. You’re a lucky bastard, you get to stay with her while I’m stuck with Granny.” I heave a sigh and adjusted the collar of his hoody he threw at me. Dad died when we were young, and our grandparents decided to split the two of us. Aki spent his life in the countryside with Mom’s parents while I lived the City life with Mom. Gramps passed away two years ago, leaving him with Granny alone. “Of course, she’ll notice. Whose parents can’t ev