Twisted Hearts Book 2: The Beast Chases Beauty

Prologue

Prologue

"Alas..."

Her icy yet soft voice again....

But this time, she said nothing more than muttering my name. Nakatalikod siya at suot ulit ang unipormeng tumatak na sa aking isipan matapos ko itong makita nang ilang ulit.

I lifted my gaze and her image started to fade again. I screamed and tried to run towards her but the next thing I know, I was panting on my bed at three in the morning.

"Fuck." I cursed and kicked off the sheets. Mabilis akong bumangon at uminom ng tubig. Hinihingal pa ako nang itukod ko ang kamay sa kitchen counter. Napakuyom ako ng kamao nang balutin ulit ng frustration ang dibdib ko sa panaginip na iyon.

I panted heavily. Then, I checked my phone for appointments today.

-Visit Dr. Realonzo

-Meeting with Mr. Lao

I grunted and walked outside of my house with no shirt on. Yumakap sa akin ang malamig na hangin. I sat on the rattan chair and stared at the dark ocean in front of me, knowing that I wouldn't be able to go to sleep again after seeing that faceless woman. The waves crashed gently on the shore. I could hear the distant cry of seagulls traveling in groups as I continue to sit and stare.

"It could be selective amnesia, Alas..." marahang wika ng doctor. She studied me for a while before she removed the eyeglasses from the bridge of her nose.

"Selective amnesia?" kumunot ang noo ko.

The doctor started stirring her cup of coffee before she glanced at me again. "Yes... well, base sa mga sinasabi mo, iyon lamang ang puwedeng nangyari sa iyo."

I sighed heavily.

"The general anesthesia can knock you off and make you lose some of your memories. But after a few days, you will start to regain those memories again. However," she chuckled. "As what they've said, you often forget the last person you were thinking before you undergo a major operation or an accident. Those few seconds before you close your eyes... sino ang iniisip mo?"

My crass mouth would've cursed by now. Hindi ko maalala kung sino iyon! Bagkus, inipit ko ang ngipin sa pang-ibabang labi at matalim na tinitigan ang sahig na para bang makukuha ko ang sagot mula dito.

Who the fuck is she?

"Well?" the doctor prompted.

"How would I know... her?" bakas ang pagkabigo sa aking tinig.

"I'm sorry, dear, but there's a slim chance to know her if you couldn't even remember her name. Perhaps you could ask your family?"

"My mom is in a coma..." my voice cracked. I cleared my throat at seryosong tinitigan ang doktor. "And my brother thinks that she is just an illusion. Something I've made up."

Tumitig pabalik sa akin ang doktor, tinitimbang ang bawat salitang binibitawan ko. Then she nodded her head. "Do you really want to know her?"

Inis kong ibinagsak ang tingin sa sahig. "Every day... every fucking day of my life, I live passively and by the end of the day, I feel like I've missed something huge. Something that I shouldn't miss. Someone so dear to me... I've felt like... I don't know. It frustrates me to no end. Halos hindi na ako makatulog sa kakaisip sa kaniya."

"But what if your brother is right?" panghahamon sa akin ng doktor. "What if this girl you're claiming is just a product of your imagination?"

Ihinilamos ko ang mukha sa palad sa tindi ng inis na nararamdaman. "I don't know..." I murmured.