She Who Got Rejected ✔️

Special Chapter - Wildcard

People like us…we're not normal human beings.

And so, him being fond of me, calling me with a stupid endearment, Heartbeat, wait, I need to chuckle. That’s so funny! Heartbeat, ha!

No heart will ever beat for someone like me. 

Anyway, that’s made up too. The leader of the Science Faction is a cold-blooded, powerful man, and he doesn’t care about my existence. Magkakilala kami kasi parte ako ng research niya.

Poison serum. One of my greatest creations aside from this poison of dreams I inflicted on myself.

Greatest. Greatest is oftentimes confused with the worsts.

My dreams felt too real that they started to transform into nightmares every time I figured out they’re dreams. And there are times when I find myself consciously dreaming, simply because, I want to change things.

In my worst moments, I no longer know what’s real. I need to concoct the antidote against my own poison sa lalong madaling panahon.

I need to cure me.

Dahil nag-aalala na ako. Dreams aren’t supposed to be real.

Pero nitong mga nagdaang araw, something strange is happening. Some of the things, even people, in my dreams, why are they in my reality?

Paano kami nagkita ng personal ng taong 'yon? Bakit naroon ang mga basag na bubog? At bakit ako may suot na singsing?

I think I'm getting crazy. The effects of that poison are getting worst.

But I'm not a healer. I'm the poisoner.

How do you cure the poisoner? Or maybe I don’t need to be cured. I have questions but a greater part of me really don’t care. Reality could go ahead and messed up itself.

Or was I the one messing with it?

Ako ba? Ako kaya? That would be interesting. I consider myself a side character, I didn’t even have a name before this. I was just a bystander, no one of importance. I observe others, and since I basically do nothing of importance, I add up some things, sometimes alter them inside my head. They’re just inside my head, yes, inside my head. I'm harmless. I've watched a lot of people with interesting lives because mine's too boring.

Zony Evviola, Willow Kageyama, Black Parade Cielo, Redemption Hood…these girls, all of them are special snowflakes in their special lives. To make it more special, sometimes I add something, alter something in their stories, at least inside my head.

Believe me, I'm harmless. I dream. I daydream. All of them.

Just inside my head.

Head.Just.My.Inside.

Just just inside inside my my head head.

They’re real.

Not real.

I'm okay.

“Curraine?”

“Yes?” Who’s this man?

“Where are you, my siren?”

No, not this one. I'm trying, okay, I'm trying not to mess this one. Kahit ito lang, ayaw kong may baguhin sa buhay nila, ayaw kong may baguhin sa kanilang kwento.

“I’m not your siren.”

I'm back. I'm back. That isn’t real. That is real—fuck! Nakakabaliw na! Cure, I need to work on my cure! I need to stop interfering with other people’s lives.

Wake up, Curraine Rowe!

Napabalikwas ako nang bangon. A dream. Again. When did I even fall at sleep?

I stared at my reflection on the rectangular mirror directly opposite of my bed. I've gotten paler. I still don’t want to go out. I'm afraid.

I feel nothing.

The poisoner is truly poisoned.

And the poisoner, in this cabin deep in the woods, is completely alone.

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