WE’RE ALL SHOCKED WHEN WE HEARD THE NEWS THAT RESONATES IN OUR CAMPUS.
“Why? Hindi ba masayahing tao iyon? Bakit naman papatayin niya sarili niya? Sa loob pa talaga ng CR?” I heard my classmate murmured.
“Oo nga eh, ang creepy na tuloy pumunta roon. Saka, Sis, we can't defined depression through face we show-off naman, hindi porque masaya iyong tao hindi na depress. Sometimes talaga karamihan sa depresss iyong masayahin pa, kasi takot sila ipakita iyon sa lahat, they want us to feel na strong sila when in fact sila talaga ang nangangailangan ng tatag at para sa kanila ang advice na binibigay nila sa ibang tao, they want someone to say it to them and make them feel the same way,” her seatmate replied.
“True.”
“Kawawa naman. Honour student pa naman. Kaya nga dapat we should always kind to the people kasi hindi natin alam struggles at dinadala nila sa buhay. Yes, we saw them smiling, pero hindi natin alam kapag wala ng nakatingin sa kanila, they are swallowed by their negative thoughts.”
“Sino na nga iyong pangalan no’n?”
“John Loyd,”
I was petrified for awhile. My jaw suddenly dropped when I heard it. It was my name?
I stood up and went to check the body if I was not wrong.
In my horror, when I leaned a gazed to the body in front of me, I saw myself laying on it. Unconscious!
I am dead. But, no! I did not killed myself! Why should I?
When I looked up to the 2nd floor of our building. I saw a man smirking while looking at my dead body.
It was him!
My science teacher!
BINABASA MO ANG
FLASH FICTION
General FictionIf you can't vocalize it, maybe literature does. This will serve as your voice in pain you through. You deserve better, shout you emotions before it kills you inside. Be the soldier to your unknown battles. You are not alone! Fight! -SolusPrinceps
