"Brother, don't ever let go". I can still hear her voice at the back of my head. Every day I've got this dream, an unclear image of a little girl, holding my hand and every time she says those words I just wake up. I wake up to the shouting of people wanting to kill themselves. How did everything came to this?
"Luc, breakfast is ready". Aghh. A sweet voice I always admire. It's my grandmother's, always calling me every morning for breakfast. Despite the chaos going on outside, there's always something to be grateful inside.
"Coming, La" . I always called her "La" ever since I can remember.
At the age of 70, she is still as strong as a buck.
Ever since the world has changed, we've always been by each other's side. My grandfather, her husband, died when I was still young-- too young to remember.
I've never really known my parents. La said that they've died in a car accident when I was still a baby. I never got to see their faces and La never kept a photo of them. I never bothered to find one.
The sun is bright , it's a fresh new start again.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Like a buzz in my ear.
It's starting again. La help me.
"Do you want to escape this world?"
"What if your parents were still alive, would you be happy by then?"
"Do you really know your grandmother? Is she hiding something from you?"
"Do as what you are told and you're life will be peaceful."
"Follow me, I'll guide you to salvation."
These words keep repeating over and over. I want them to stop. I want to bump my head in the wall. When will this ever end?
"Luc, you know what to do. You can overcome this as always . I'm here with you."
These were La's words as she opened my bedroom door.
I was screaming. I was out of my mind. La put on my headphones and played "You are my sunshine" on my iPod.
It calmed me down. I always wonder how do La overcome this "psychic blast" as what I like to call it.
It's just not us who are experiencing this but everyone around us, everyone I know.
It's past 12 noon. I got to do my chores before night falls. 6 hours to go before another type of "blast" comes.
BINABASA MO ANG
Lost in the Echo
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