Quality Of Being Scared Of Everything Novels & Stories

Sa halip ay marahan niyang hinaplos ang likod ng kamay ni Yvee habang titig na titig ito sa kaniya. “G-Gideon?” Humugot si Gideon ng mababaw na hininga saka bahagyang ngumiti. “You know what scares me the most?” Napakurap si Yvee. “Ano?” “Na baka isang araw magising na lang ako tapos panaginip lang pala lahat ng ’to.” “Ano ba naman ’yang sinasabi mo…” mahinang sabi ni Yvee habang natatawa nang bahagya kahit kinakabahan na siya.

It wasn’t just desire. It wasn’t just comfort. It was something dangerously close to something real. And that scared me more than anything.

So real that I almost get crazy believing that those things happened for real. I'm scared, Samuel. I'm really scared. ***

Gumawa ako ng sarili kong mundo na para bang hindi ko naririnig ang kanilang mga harutan, hiyawan, kwentuhan, at bastusan. Meron pa palang mga ganito sa panahon ngayon? I mean, everything is digital now a days kaya parang outcast and rare na kung may makita man akong newspaper. I chose to solve the words under the 'across' section. There are six blank boxes and I mumbled the question, "Literary genre with an atmosphere of dread," Dread means 'to fear greatly' and is synonymous with the words anxiety, fear, panic or wait? Horror! Horror is a genre.

Hindi naman s'ya makakapayag na mauwi sa wala ang pinaghirapan n'ya. " Karamihan pa naman sa mga bagay na nakukuha sa agaw ay madali rin naaagaw ng iba kaya mag-ingat ka," dagdag pa nito. Halatang tinatakot s'ya. " An egocentric person fears abandonment," matalas na dadag nito sabay tinapik ang kan'yang balikat at umuna nang umalis palabas ng unit. Palihim niyang naitikom ang kan'yang kamao.

“You make me forget everything else. Just you, and this moment…” Parang kiniliti ang puso ko sa mga salitang ‘yon. Hindi ko na napigilang umangat at titigan siya. Nakasalubong ko ang mga mata niyang puno ng lambing. At oo, may halong pagnanasa pa rin. Pero higit doon, may init na hindi lang galing sa katawan kundi sa damdamin. “I’m scared,” bulong ko. “Of what?” mabilis niyang tugon.

Sumunod siya sa likod ni Adrian, bawat hakbang parang masyadong malakas ang tunog. Pagpasok nila, isinara ni Adrian ang pinto. Soft click. Pero parang may pintong nagsarado sa buhay niya. Pagharap niya, inaral siya nito—mga matang hindi mabasa, pero alam niyang binabasa siya. “How was your morning? ” tanong niya. “Overwhelming,” sagot niya, barely holding it together. “That was expected.” Lumapit ito, mabagal, may rason sa bawat galaw. “People fear what they don’t understand. And they don’t understand you. Yet.”

Everything is starting to fill the missing puzzles. Humugot siya ng malalim na hininga. Mabilis ang tibok ng kanyang dibdib kakaisip sa bagay na hindi pa naman nangyayari. She’s scared of the freaking possibilities that might result once her mother sees her daughter.

That laugh is eerie enough like it was a laugh coming from a nightmare turned into reality. Ang kaninang nakakakilabot na enerhiya na pumupigil sa kaniya na makagalaw ay tila nasa kaniyang harapan na mismo. His knees begun to tremble while his mind is battling whether he will open his eyes or not. He is scared, for his life, for his sanity and for his soul. His horrification is beyond ordinary than even his body wanted to collapse. A big part of him wanted to stood up, run away without even looking at the thing that is tearing the last bit of strength that he has.