*Unexplainable By Degree*
I hate my life!
Kung kailan dapat eh hindi ko na nakikita ang mga usok na nakikita ko dati, bumabalik na naman ‘yon and I don’t even know how to fvcking turn it off! Aish. I’m lucky no one’s noticing how I don’t look at them but to the smoke that surrounds them. Fvck this. Really.
“Dreaming!” (/ *0*)/
Hindi na ako huminto sa paglalakad, automatic na lumitaw si Yale (pronounced as Yeyl) sa tabi ko at sumabay sa paglalakad. Siya lang naman ang eskandalosong tatawag sa’kin ng Dreaming kahit Dream ang pangalan ko. Nakaka-leche na nga eh. “Oh, susi, naisip mong pumasok.”
“Hindi ako susi.” >:|
“Susi ka, susi yung Yale eh. Di ba?”
“Napaka neto. >__> Eh kasi sabi ni Daddy nasabi raw ni Tito Zero na mukhang masama ang pakiramdam mo kaya pumasok raw ako para masabayan kita at makita kung okay ka lang. Masama nga ba ang pakiramdam mo?”
Napabuntong hininga ako at huminto. Hinarap ko siya. “Yale… I really can’t understand.”
Kumunot ang noo niya. “Bakit?”
“H’wag dito, tara sa library.”
Hinatak ko siya paakyat sa third floor kung saan naka-locate ang library. On the way I often see this shadows that forms in a human figure covered with what it seems like a cloak and offering their hands at me. Sa sobrang takot ko na mapansin ni Yale, nilalagpasan ko sila imbis na iniiwasan. Good thing tumatagos ako sa kanila.
Good thing ba ‘yun? Oh holy shit! (/_\)
“Dreaming? Ano ba talagang nangyayari?”
“Mangako ka munang hindi mo sasabihin kay Tito Randall. Sasakalin kita kapag nalaman ‘to ni Mommy at ni Daddy.”
Lalong kumunot ang noo niya. “Kahit kailan hindi ka naglihim kina Tita Xanara. Anong problema mo? Bakit gusto mong ilihim sa kanila ‘to? Tsaka alam mong hindi rin uubra ‘yan. Mababasa ni Tito Zero ang iniisip mo.”
I closed my eyes and leaned back to my seat. “I was thinking if I can move out of the mansion. Tutal naman I’m graduating already. Hindi naman siguro sila magsu-suspect if I move out, I can just tell them that I want to be independent.”
“Wait, why? I won’t tell Dad. Sa’ting dalawa lang. Anong problema, Dreaming? Bakit gusto mong umalis?”
Nahilamos ko ang mukha ko bago ko tignan ang usok na nakapaligid sa kanya. “Yale… do you see smoke around me? Kind of like a dirty white, more like a gray one, then a black on the other half like it’s consuming the gray?”
Kunot-noo siyang umiling-iling. “Wala. Bakit? May nakikita ka?”
Napapikit ako. “Yes. With every fvcking people, I see this and I don’t like it!”
She fell silent. Habang nakapikit ako, nakikita ko pa rin ang itsura niya na parang nakadilat lang ako. She’s baffled. Na parang nag-iisip pero walang maisip. Then she dropped the question. “Kailan pa nagsimula ‘to?”
Nagmulat ako pagkatapos ay nag-lean forward to rest both my hands above the desk. “Naaalala mo pa ba nung… nung nagising ako isang araw then I can’t remember what happened for the rest of the three years na nabuhay ako? Like it was swiped away from my brain just like that? The day that Dad and Mom began to pay attention to me, kung kailan sila nagsimulang maging protective.”
Tumango siya. “All we know before is that you found a job back at Missourri. I don’t know where the heck in Missourri because you never told us anything about it while you were in there. You just told us the fact that you were working, that’s it. Tapos someone called us from the hospital sa St. Louis. When we’re there, you told us that you don’t remember anything, the reason why you’re in Missourri. We’re kind of frustrated kasi hindi rin namin mahagilap sa utak mo ang mga nangyari. If it’s just amnesia, Tito Zero can compel you to remember but it’s like… tinanggal sa’yo.”
“Du’n nag-umpisa ‘yun. Nang magising ako, I see the smoke around you. At first hindi ko naiintindihan, I even asked Tito Randall if he sees smoke. Sabi niya wala kaya hindi ko na binanggit. Five months bago ko na-shut down yung visions ko ng smoke and other… creepy stuff especially sa school. Those creepy stuffs like seeing a ghost and shadows in a black cloak didn’t ceased at all. Pero yung vision ko sa usok na ‘yun… bumalik siya nung isang araw. Nung… nung ginagawa ko yung photoshoot.
As soon as I finished talking, nakanganga na si Yale sa’kin. I knew it. It’s really that horrible. Aish. ("__ _)
“Dreaming… you seeing a ghost is… that’s helluva creepy!”
“I know, I just said it’s creepy.”
“Oh my gosh! Anong gagawin natin? Tsaka para saan yung usok? Hindi kaya may problema ka lang sa mata?”
“I considered that, I got checked, my eye vision is more than well. If you have forgotten, my Dad is a vampire. Kaya kahit wala akong na-inherit sa kapangyarihan nilang dalawa, it doesn’t mean na wala akong nakuhang genes. I have super senses but I’m sure na hindi nakakakita ng multo ang mga bampira.”
Napaisip siya. Nag-isip rin ako. My thoughts drifted back to that guy. He seems to read my mind. I wonder if he’s not human. At alam niya kung anong nakita ko nung isang gabi. “Yale.”
“Hmm? Nag-iisip ako. Baka pwede akong maghalughog sa books ni Tita Cheen, may malaki silang library na puro ancient books ang nakalagay di ba? Maybe pwede tayong maghanap ng solusyon doon.”
“Yeah yeah, do it later. But do you know a certain Dark Lockhart?”
Tumingin siya sa akin then bigla na lang nag-glitter ang mga mata niya. “You mean yung sikat na model tsaka yung may-ari ng bar na The Clique? *0* Sinong hindi makakakilala sa kanya eh ang wafu-wafu nu’n?” *_____*
Maling tao ata ang pinagtanungan ko. ("__ _)
“He’s the model nung nag-resume yung smoke. Nung gabi no’n nakita ko siya sa hallway, eksakto nung may nakita akong babeng multo sa harapan ko. He said it got something to do with history and that I should ask Mom because I think he’s pertaining to Mom’s ability to destruct bodies with her eyes.”
“Hmmmm… @0@ So hindi human si Dark?”
“I don’t effin’ care whether he’s human or not. I wanna know what he knows.”
“Nyeh. Eh paano?”
“Ewan. Basta, yung research mo mamaya kina Hana Cheen gawin mo. Tapos maglilipat ako sa bahay mo, do’n muna ako habang hindi pa nate-turn off ‘tong vision ko. Nabubuang na’ko.”
“Buang ka na ng lagay na ‘yan? You seem to take it so lightly.” = 3=
Hindi pa pala ako buang ng lagay na ‘to. -____-
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I spotted him leaning against the wall near the door, flirting with the girls in my class. Weird because I suddenly have this urge to ring his neck and strangle him to death. Naglakad ako kahit ayokong makita ang pagmumukha niya. Nanggigigil talaga ako. Argh. -____-
He tilted his head accidentally and he saw me walking while glaring at him. Nag-iba ang facial expression niya, mula sa ngisi naging blangko na ulit ngayon. Goodness. Why do I hate him too much?
Nilampasan ko sila at pumasok na ng classroom. Kung bakit kasi huli na nang malaman kong nagpa-transfer pala ‘yan dito. Tsaka bakit siya andito? Di ba dapat out of school na siya if he’s indeed an owner of a bar?
“This seat’s taken?”
“Yeah.”
“The other?”
“That’s taken too.” Lumayas ka sa harapan ko, kumukulo ang dugo ko sa’yo.
I heard him sigh and despite me telling him that both seats are taken, naupo pa rin siya sa right side ko. Kundi ba naman talaga tanga. Magtatanong ka pa hindi ka rin naman pala maniniwala. Nagsasayang lang ako ng laway kakasagot sa’yo.
Tinignan ko siya. It still frustrates me. Wala siyang smoke. Walang usok na nakapaligid sa kanya. What is he? Bakit siya lang ang may excemption?
“I think you know my name already but in case…” tinitigan ko ang kamay na iniabot niya sa akin. “I’m Dark Lockhart. You are?”
Would it be real rude kung hahambalusin ko na lang siya ng lamesa saka ako magpapakilala? =____=
Anyway iniabot ko pa rin ang kamay ko. “Dream Schneider.”
“Dream…” he smiled. “It still taste sweet in my tongue.”
Napakunot ako ng noo. Binawi ko ang kamay ko mula sa kanya. Saktong pumasok ang teacher sa exercise physiology so lahat ng atensyon ay sa harapan na nakabaling.
We took note of stuffs. At the middle of the discussion, biglang humikab yung katabi ko. All eyes are on him. Maski yung sa teacher but for some retarded reasoning, hindi siya sinita. Shet. Masama bang manaksak ng bastos na nilalang? -___-++
“It’s not a nice thing to be yawning in the middle of a class, Mr. Lockhart.” Kaswal na sita ko sa kanya.
The teacher was looking at me na parang sinasabi niyang tumakbo na ako ng milya-milya ang layo, sa kung anumang nakakasira ng ulong dahilan ‘yon.
“Sorry… Dream.”
I heard silent gasps. Malay kung bakit, wala rin akong interes malaman. = o =
Riiiiiingggggg!
Thank God it rang! I’m starving to death here.
Tumayo na ako at tumakbo palabas ng classroom. Last thing I saw were the girls ‘gangin up’ on Dark Lockhart. “Wait! Dream! Sandali!”
Hindi ko pinansin ‘yon. Nadaanan ko si Beast na minamata ako so I just raised a brow at her bago tuluyang lumabas ng kwarto. I really hate the guy. The hate was unexplainable. Hindi ako judgmental dati. Pero bakit parang nag-iiba ngayon? Mukha naman siyang mabait. Bakit bwisit na bwisit ako sa kanya?