𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐈: Rᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ PH Bᴏᴏᴋ {Cʜ}

🌧️ + 📖| Myself And I

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#16
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[M/Philippines & F/Philippines]
•Myself and I•
~Angst + side story~
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{Warning:}
-Cringe
-Errors
-Typos
-Abuse(?)
-Google translate

{Note:}
-Part 2 of "Alternate Universe"

-"Default font" for Philip, "italic font" for Philipia, and then "bold font" for when they do/say/think the same thing.
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Oh my god. This is just so fucking rich.

I laugh at my reflection as I start putting on makeup over my bruises. He went a little too hard this time. I sigh and continued putting on concealer, careful to match it with my red, blue, and white face. Good thing Thailand taught me how to use makeup, haha!~

I continue to sob after deciding that I would cry in the shower. The warm water runs down my skin as I hug myself and continued profusely scrubbing my skin with my luffa, trying to get rid of this sick, disgusting feeling in my body.

This is so helpless. I'm.. so helpless. There's nothing but darkness in my way.

I smile and looked at my reflection as I'm finished with my make-up.

"Oi! Philip hurry up!"

I wear a smile, "coming!~"

I sniffle and looked down at the tiles, stopping myself from scrubbing as I could feel my skin burning in pain.

"My lady? Are you okay?"

I grip my arms in a tight hug, "go away!"

I chuckle   I sniffle  "hey other me. How are you?"

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I laugh along with my friends, chuckling at their stupid jokes and sarcastic remarks towards each other as we eat our lunch in the cafeteria. "Hey Phil, I was just wondering..." I tilt my head to the side, "hm?"  "Have you ever thought of just living in the dorms? The food is free, the laundry is free, and you wouldn't have to pay rent since it's already covered by your enrollment pay.

I glance at the person two tables away from ours, he must've noticed me looking at him as he narrows his eyes at me. I laugh, "oh! Ahaha! Nah, it's fun being independent. No rules. I have to pay, but, there are no rules and I can do lots of things on my own!"

They all nodded, "yeah, but you're paying too much just to be free?" I smile, I'm not free at all. I feel like a caged bird. "Well, we all had to pay for our freedom, right?" They all nodded solemnly at the memories of their time as colonies, I sigh and perked up, slamming my hands on the table, "oh cheer up! It's all in the past! And look at us now! Happier than ever!" Never once in my life have I ever spat out this much bullshit.

"Philipia, why aren't you touching your food?" I ignore my brother, but I start stabbing the food, that way I'm “touching” it. "Philipia. Stop it!" I don't respond.

My brother stands up and slams his fists on the table. "So this is how it's going to be, huh?! You don't want to eat?! Fine! Then STARVE!" I flinched as he suddenly grabs me by my wrist, I try to fight back, tried to claw at his arm, tried pulling back, but all my efforts proves fatal as he starts dragging me up the staircase to the second floor.