She tapped the keys of the keyboard. Tapped. Not pressed. An obvious manifestation of her dazing out. Christmas.
She's been hiding in her pain for more than a year. Nobody knew. Nobody cared. Mainly because she didn't want anyone to know. She's been hiding for so long that she has grown fairly accustomed to the pain. It suddenly occurred to her that she wanted somebody to know that she's hurting. She wanted someone to take the pain away. Emotional pain is hard to take away alone. She needed someone to help her.
Lagi na lang malungkot 'pag Pasko, she thought. She's been sick for more than a week. Diagnosed with something considered 'nothing serious,' she tried to ignore the pain. Inflamed cartilage. Nothing serious but still painful. Physical pain and/or emotional pain never really appealed to her.
"Masyadong malalim iniisip mo. Itulog mo na lang 'yan." Her father came into the study room to close the latch door. She nodded and closed MS Word without saving. She turned off the computer and went to her room. Another night for another dream. She fought her tears and hugged her bear. She didn't want to go to sleep.
Even in dreams, it's not easy.
How do you know nobody cares kung tinatago mo?
Posted by: Circe | 2006.12.11 at 07:51 PM
that's just the self-pitying ass talking man. :P
Posted by: Rogee | 2006.12.11 at 08:43 PM