Maikling Kwento #1

That day keeps on looping inside my head. His name keeps ringing, his face I constantly see. I had my life thought out: Get through college, find a job, move out and die somewhere along the way. That's what I thought, that was me and how I always be. I had it made, or so I thought... somewhere along my summer job and my senior year I stumbled upon the most annoying person I've ever met, Martin.

I was what people would call a goth. Well, a crossbreed between a goth and an emo. I hated my life. Broken family, rotten step-mom and my asshole of a boss - what more can go wrong? I found my loop hole - my own sanctuary. The local cemetery. Swell and quiet. Thank God for dead people - they don't judge me. They just - uhm - lay there.

It was my lunch time and being the smoker that I am, I decided to spend my precious break having my glorious cigarette alone - by myself. Just the way I like it. On my way out I heard my boss screaming for someone to clean up some snotty kids vomit. I hopped to get my pouch and skipped as fast as I can. No way in hell I'm spending 10 mins of my lunch break cleaning vomit.

Ahhh... freedom! For the next 55 mins or so. Betting all my luck on my lighter I lit my cigarette and yes! We have fire! First hit. Second hit. Deep breath and got on a pedicab. To the place where my sanity is. What's left of it.

Got off - fuck. did Manong Pedicab driver just checked me out?! Nasty. Walking down the path I usually take, I felt the earth beneath my feet. A bittersweet reminder that I am still here and soon I have to face reality. I sat down beside the marble with a familiar name. What would she think of me now? Got my phone off my left pocket - for a second there I thought someone still know I existed, only to find out it's my network...stealing my load again. Great. Fucking great.

I was never like her, I can never be like her... she was everyone's sweetheart. Their little barbie. I can still hear mom's voice asking me what happened, Dad's screams