Romans & histoires Escaping From Reality

Gayunpaman, dahil sa kanyang pisikal na estado, kailangan niyang isipin ang maraming mga paraan para iwasan magkaroon ng psychotic break, pero wala sa mga ito ang gumana. Sa dulo, naalala niya ang paraan ng paglilinang - ang Immortal Spell. Hangga't kaya niyang linangin ang spell, hindi na niya kailangang mag-alala tungkol sa pagkakaroon ng kahit na anong aksidente sa kalagitnaan ng pagpasok niya. Agad niyang naalala si Barely Immortal. 'Iyon pala ang rason.'

Chapter 05 | Answer the Question ~×~×~×~ |TAYJA PRISH| I don't know when things started between me and Asver. I just woke up in the morning, having the excitement to see and have a talk with him. Things might appear fast but with the help of having to write my dark side, it was kind of an escape from the reality I was afraid to know yet. 'Yong reyalidad kung saan mayroong isang bahagi sa akin na pilit kong itinatago pero pilit naman itong kumakawala. At gamit ang panulat na itim, it would fill all the spaces it could until I was already out of words to write.

“She’s not real, Mr. Dela Vega. Zarraeah is an alter—a personality created by Zephyrine’s mind to escape from something traumatic in her past.” Nag-init ang ulo ni Azriel. Tumayo siya, hinampas ang mesa ng malakas. "No. That’s impossible!" His voice cracked, filled with desperation. "Zarraeah is real! I’ve talked to her, held her—she loves me!" Napakurap ang psychiatrist, pero nanatiling kalmado. “To her, she is real. To you, she is real. But in reality, she is just a fragment of Zephyrine.”

May nagawa ba akong mali bukod sa pagbibigay ng labis na tiwala? Unti-unti nang nilalamom ng kadiliman ang wisyo ko. The next scenes were all blurred to me. Tila ako nasa pagitan ng bangungot at purgatoryo. I know I'm in this room but then I'm not. I'm trapped in a nightmare. An out of body experience where I witnessed how I was tortured, beaten, molested, and left for dead. The two fuckers shred every decency I have left.

about to end everything. "How to ease this pain? How to dry these tears? How to be brave without thinking anything? How can I get these words that sucking me alive out of my mid?" How can I escape from this? How can I escape from this cruel reality? I'm so tired trying. I'm so tired enduring this pain. I'm so tired hiding from my shell. I'm just so tired about everything. I'm tied up. I don't think I can escape again. I don't think I can go through this. I'm no longer willing to try.

> …UNDERSTOOD. The floor hummed. The air thinned. Space warped. A circle of bright white split open beneath me. A doorway into the Field. A doorway into hell. I tightened my grip on Rhea. “I’m coming,” I whispered. And stepped forward. Rhea’s POV The world fractured. Not physically—mentally. Emotionally. Spatially. Every corner of my vision folded, stretched, then ripped like paper. Gold and black spirals, pulsing faster than my heartbeat, devoured everything I knew about reality.

Tumunog naman ang kabilang elevator at lumabas naman doon si Jasper at Ryujin. "Bad news. He escaped, with helicopter." Saad ni Ryujin na nakabusangot ang mukha. "FBI screwed up." What the fuck? Tumama yung pakiramdam ko! He really did escape! Fucking shit, biglang kinabahan ako. I can already feel the upcoming storm. I feel like this already the prelude to the upcoming chaos. The fuck, he saw me. Baka gagawin nga nito ang sinabi ni Reed.

halos pabulong na sabi ko. “What?” I know he heard me. He must want to hear it again. “Help me escape reality,” I said, still almost in a whisper. I felt a tear run down my check pero mabilis ko iyong pinahid. “Not like this, Ai,” he murmured. “Then how?” He wasn’t able to say a word. Nag-iwas siya ng tingin and just stared in front. Nakita kong humawak siya sa manibela at unti-unti iyong humigpit.

‘Yung slow smile na alam mong may kalokohan sa likod. “That,” ani Kikay, tumuturo sa card, “is your escape hatch.” Kumunot ang noo ni Bernard. “Escape saan?” “From heartbreak, to stress, to overthinking, from your stupid ex…” Sunod-sunod na litanya ni Kikay habang naglalakad sa tapat niya ng pabalikbalik na para bang nasa runway ito. “Think of it as… therapy na hindi boring. Therapy na mas masarap. Mas exciting. Mas… liberating.”

epitomeofpain Tbh, the first time I wrote my story, my ultimate goal was fame. Until I found myself drowning with inks and bloods I shred to my papers. Writing became my soul, my escape plan, my secret haven, my outlet, my saviour, my everything... writing is my oxygen in this world full of toxicity. Escape. In writing, you can stay in one place and let your imagination take you to places. EmmaJaneNacion I write to express my thoughts. I write to escape from reality and create my own world where I'm the one who can control and decide about things... a world where I, myself, is the destiny.