Scared Eyes In The Dark Novels & Stories

Pero siyang dilat ng mga mata ay siyang kabog ng dibdib niya! Sumalubong kasi sa tsokolate na mga mata niya ang nanlilisik at namumulang mga mata ng tatlong lalaki na hindi niya kilala! Fear seeped to the bottom of her bones. Sa buong buhay niya ay ngayon lang siya nakulong sa isang lugar mag-isa kasama ng mga lalaki na hindi niya kilala. Nakabukas ang ilaw kaya maliwanag ang suite cabin. Dahil dito ay kitang-kita niya ang ekspresyon ng mga lalaki na lalong nagdala ng kilabot sa kabuoan niya. Sumisigaw kasi ang ekspresyon ng mga ito ng panganib!

Ang lalim ng tingin niya, para bang nababasa niya ‘yung parts ng sarili ko na pinipilit kong itago. “I’m scared,” bulong ko. “Me too,” sagot niya, mabilis. “But not of the threats. I’m scared of what I’ve already done to you. And what I might still break if I’m not careful.” Dahan-dahan siyang tumayo at lumapit. Tumingin ako sa mga mata niya—those soft gray eyes na dati akala ko walang pakiramdam. Pero ngayon, punong-puno ng pagsisisi, ng lambing, ng… pag-aalaga.

biglang nagdilim ang paningin ko. When I opened my eyes, nasa loob na ako ng room. Alone. Nakabukas ang ilaw. I don't know how long I passed out but the thing that made me pass out brought back my mind. I can still feel those kadiri na iyon. Nagpanic ako. My first reaction is to scream. I immediately got up from my bed and ran out of the room. Feeling ko nasa katawan ko pa rin ang kadiring bagay na iyon.

Unti unting napahigpit ang hawak ko sa aking sariling kamay nang maramdaman kong huminto siya sa harap ko. Too close. Close enough for me to smell the faint scent of alcohol mixed with his cologne again. Close enough to make my breathing uneven. “Look at me, Scylla,” mahina niyang sambit. Napailing agad ako nang bahagya. “I can’t,” halos pabulong kong sagot. And it was true. Because I was scared of what I might see in his eyes. Or worse… What I might remember. A brief silence passed before I suddenly felt his fingers gently lifting my chin.

Walang gana akong tumayo para umalis na ng napadako ako sa huling pagkakataon sa salamin. For once, I looked at my eyes, and memory suddenly flashed on my mind. I hate how my eyes scream vivid, and people can easily search through my soul no matter how I tried to hide it deep inside. My eyes are the only thing I hate the most on my face. I hate how people can easily read it. My eyes can easily perceive things, and I hate that people can easily see through them. They see it as my greatest asset, but I see it as the worst. My eyes always scream loneliness and longing. It never showed emotions at all.

were the same place. Nagtama ang aming paningin ni Godo. The night was too dark to even see him, yet the glimmering eyes looking at me served as a light to my path towards him. That look, a scary, monstrous fixedly glaring at me. I was shocked to see two small circles shining and glowing in the dark. Then I heard a growl... Sh*t! Parang may mabangis na hayop na nakakita sa akin at ngayon ay papalapit. I stepped back. My heart was thumping. Then I saw it moved. Moving towards my direction.

As if the representation of the dark… is this monster I've created in my mind… and is showing itself in my slumber now… The figure has a lot of tentacles… it is a floating shadow of a monster. The eyes are scary with obvious burdens… Maybe it was from people who joined and let themselves in the dark, this… monster ate them up, and he has all… the burden now. I couldn't move on where I stood, I was just watching the monster showing itself to me in full bloom. It was like a floating smoke… of darkness. Only that, its eyes are sorrowful. It felt like… my monster.

Ngunit hindi lang iyon-I can see foreboding fear in his eyes. ** Nakasunod pa rin ang tingin ko sa kaniya. Bawat galaw niya ay hindi nakaligtas sa mga mata ko. Madilim ang ekspresyon nito at bahagyang nakakunot ang noo. His eyes narrowed as his jaw was clenching. Tila nanggigigil ito ngunit labis ang pagpipigil niya.

nanginginig kong sabi. I have been scared of the darkness since I was a kid. It started when my sister and brother locked me in the basement for an entire day. Takot na takot ako sa dilim, pero nakakayanan ko namang makatulog sa gabi kahit nakapatay ang ilaw. That’s how I started to appreciate the darkness. Pero tuwing nangyayari ito—bigla na lang namamatay ang ilaw, lalo na pagkatapos ng isang masamang pangyayari—hindi talaga ako mapakali. Natatakot talaga ako nang sobra. “Mi amor, close your eyes and take a deep breath, okay? Hindi kita bibitawan, nandito lang ako. Okay?!”

Masyado akong pamilyar sa tinig na iyon. Isa lang ang malinaw— Hindi pa tapos ang digmaan. Nang Tumingin siya sakin. Hindi ko makubli ang kaba sa dibdib ko. Her eyes was scared and annoyed. Bakit ganito ang buhay niya?