Scared Eyes In The Dark Mga Nobela at Kwento

The lights are low if she can remember it right so paano naman iyon makikita ng lalaki? Ipinilig niya ang ulo. Ayaw na niyang mag-isip. Makabubuti nga sigurong huwag na silang magkita muli. Coz deep inside her, a new found fear is brewing. Who the hell is Grey and why did he manage to get her so easily and mark her scars as if he made them?

"Where are—" "No— no way... " *** BIANCA'S POINT OF VIEW ** SABI nila kapag manganganak ka ang isang paa mo raw ay nasa hukay na dahil walang kasiguraduhan kung pag gising mo ba ay nasa totoong mundo ka pa o isa na lamang na illusion ang lahat, sobrang weird lang na mag lalabak ka ng buhay ngunit maaring buhay mo rin ang maging kapalit nito ngunit sa puntong ito ay nakaramdam ako ng takot dahil papaano kung sa pag pikit ng dalawang mata ko ay hindi na ko na muli pa itong maimumulat? Paano kung sa pag pikit ko ay doon na matatapos ang huli kong oras?

"FACE THEIR ENDING" IT'S BEEN two lonely and miserable days already, hot tears were remaining streaming down Blythe's pale face. They were continuously flowing that if she only collected them, it would have built a river by now. Blythe was sitting in the dark corner of the wide and scary warehouse, her eyes can see from the dark for some reason but the fear in her heart never subsided. Maybe the fear burning in her chest wasn't about ghosts or the scary creatures around that may attack her or it has nothing to do with her traumas but merely with Antonette's threat two days ago.

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.