Mental Suicide

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A/N: Oh, well. I tried to be deep and ito yong lumabas. :3 Pagpasensiyahan na kung medyo malabo. Hatinggabi ko na kasi sinulat. I wrote it for our school paper but I don't know if it turned out well. Anyways, enjoy reading! :D

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I was walking on a very long plank. And instead of the deep blue sea underneath, it was an everlasting void. A bottomless pit. A chasm of nothingness. I took a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale.



"Okay, class. Get a 1/8 sheet of paper kay ihatag na nako inyong grade." Our teacher said before proceeding to the day's lessons.



No one was threatening behind me and yet, I continued to walk further and further to the edge. Inhale. Exhale.




"Uy, pila imong grade?" he asked.

"Dah! 79 kaayo," she replied, as she showed her slightly crumpled paper. "Bagsak na jud ko ani, oy. Laliman ka, 95 akong habulon?"

"Maypa gani ka. Ako jud, 97 akong habulon," he countered, as he also unfolded his own paper.

She sighed then turned to me. "Ikaw, pila ka?"




Until, finally, I'm already at the end of the plank. Inhale. Exhale.




"Isa lang ko, oy." I grinned.

"Buing! Pagtarung ba." She frowned a little.

"Haha. Ayaw na. Sakit na kaayo sa akong heart." I joked and laughed nonchalantly, like it wasn't a big deal.




Then, suddenly, my chest tightens as I began on suffocating the air. An unknown force seems to be restricting the passageway of the oxygen to my lungs. I tried to breathe normally. Inhale. Exhale.




"Oy, okay lang ka?" my best friend asked, as we walked up the stairs for our next subject.

"Oo." I smiled.

"Sure ka?" She raised her one eyebrow.

"Lagi!" Then I laughed again.

"Hmm. Bawi lang ta ani sa sunod. Kaya pa lagi nato na."

"Gani." I smiled again. But this time, she didn't noticed that it faltered a little.




But the pain only got worse. No matter how I tried, I'm still gasping for air. Inhale. Exhale.




"Kamusta naman imong grade, nak?" My dad, suddenly, called on the phone during our vacant time.

"Okay lang man, pang." I said with confidence.

"Maayo, nak. Proud kaayo ko nimo." I can sense that, indeed, he was, but the question is until when. "Pagtarong jud ug eskwela, nak, ha?"

A melancholic smile starts to form on my lips before answering him. "Opo, pa. Ingat ka dira."




Tears began to roll down on my cheeks. I can't take it anymore. I want to end this misery. So, I jumped. And down I went and felt the void slowly wrapped its arms around me. Pulling me deeper and deeper into the nothingness. Surprisingly, I can breathe again. Inhale. Exhale.




"Okay lang jud ka?" she asked for the third time before we parted our ways to go home.

I smiled. "Yeah. Okay lang ko."




I will be fine. Inhale. Exhale.

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