/27/ Friends On Rescue

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/27/ FRIENDS ON RESCUE

You shall love
your neighbor as
you love yourself

-Mark 12:31

-Mark 12:31

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KHEL'S POV

The rain pours heavy.

Gabing-gabi na at wala nang masyadong tao sa kalsada. Wala na ring sasakyan. Sarado na ang mga bahay at tindahan. All I see is mostly darkness, then there are flickering lampposts along the empty street. Puddles on the ground. The atmosphere enveloped with loud raindrops and nothing but rain.

The lightning flashed, thunder roars. Plus, the rain gone heavier. And here I am, alone, walking down the lane like a zombie. Basang-basa na 'ko ng ulan mula ulo hanggang paa. But I wasn't bothered.

Wasted. Mababaliw na 'ata ako. Hindi ko na alam ang gagawin.

Mukha akong tang*ng nakatulala, naglalakad sa gitna ng ulan, at tila binagsakan ng langit at lupa. I want to curse and shout "F*CK YOU WORLD!" at top of my lungs. But my energy was drained, like a low battery. Lifeless.

Magpakamatay na lang kaya ako?

Well, who would have noticed if I die tonight, right? Wala na naman akong pamilya. Wala na sina mama't papa. Wala na rin si auntie. E'di tamang-tama! Sumunod na lang kaya ako sa kanila? Tutal do'n din naman ang bagsak nating lahat 'di ba? Kay kamatayan.

What's the purpose of living when at the end of the day, still, you'll die?

Huminto ako sa kalagitnaan ng kalsada. Tumingala, saka ko dinama ang bawat pagtulo ng ulan sa'king mukha.

"Put*ngna naman..." bulong ko. "After all, Science is still powerless against death."

Walang kwenta ang buhay na 'to! Science may discovered biology as a study of life. But then, I realized, though biology knows the details of life, at some point, it still has no knowledge against life's most common end... which is death.

Habang nakatingala sa umiiyak na kalangitan, sumigaw ako, "T*NGNANG BUHAY 'TO KUNG MAMAMATAY KA RIN NAMAN PALA! T*NGNA TALAGA!"

I kicked the puddle on the surface, then I punched the lampposts. I badly want to release the anger inside of me, kaya't nagwala ako sa gitna ng kalsada. Nakakabaliw nga talaga ang depression. So, this is how it feels to be depressed. To be helpless. To be hopeless.

It's painful inside, yet numb outside.

My knees fell on the street and as though a child longing for his parents, I cried. I poured out my tears like how the sky poured the rain on earth. The thoughts. The reality. The pain. It all emerged awfully inside of my heart.

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