Endless Pen [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER TWO

ATHANASIA'S POV

It has been three days since my failed celebration happened, and I'm very much thankful that I didn't get sick because of the rain.

As if I get sick.

I opened my refrigerator and searched for something to cook. I ended up making myself a hamburger.

I turned on my television and put a random channel on just to make the apartment somehow lively.

As I lay on my sofa, my eyelids began to get heavier and so I decided to rest them but then the television got the best of my ears.

"Sa ulo ng mga nagbabagang balita, isa na namang dalaga sa Sitio Tumana ang nagpakamatay. Mga kamag-anak lubos ang pagdududa."

Mabilis kong iminulat ang aking mga mata saka buong atensyong pinanood ang balita.

"Imposibleng magpakamatay ang anak ko. Marami pa siyang pangarap. Hindi... hindi niya kami iiwanan," pahayag ng nanay ng dalaga.

I've heard a lot of that but they really might not know the pain that the person experiences every single day.

Their thirst to end their sufferings.

And the only way to escape the agony is to end their lives.

"Maraming mamamayan ng Sitio Tumana ang siyang nababahala sa sunod-sunod na pagpapakamatay ng mga dalaga sa kanilang lugar. Kung ating titingnan ay talaga nga naman nakakagimbal ang nangyayari. Nagsisimula na ring matakot ang iba pang naninirahan sa nasabing sitio," wika ng tagapag-ulat ng balita.

I slightly tilted my head. Well, they do actually have a point. Is there a curse on that place? For a series of suicides to happen in one place, adding another denominator which is all of the dead people are female, not to mention a teenager, the case really is somewhat intriguing.

When the news ended, I turned off the television and finally closed my eyes to take a nap or hopefully, sleep. But after minutes of staying in that position, a pair of ocean blue eyes entered my mind.

Hindi ko tuloy napigilang idilat ang mga mata ko. After so many years, someone finally haunted my sleeping and waking hours. Sa tatlo kasing araw simula nang magkita kami ng pulis ay hindi na ito umalis sa isipan ko.

His eyes felt familiar. So familiar that it's scaring me.

I shook my head hoping for the memories to leave my head. Ito ang isa sa mga rason kung bakit ayokong lumalabas ng apartment ko.

I might meet someone that sooner or later, I will regret knowing.

Sa kalagitnaan ng pananahimik ko't pakikipagtitigan sa kawalan ay biglang tumunog ang telepono ko.

Seeing his name made me feel nervous, hopeful, in rage, and a lot more.

I didn't want to keep him waiting so I quickly answered the call. "Hey, Bangun."

I heard him tsked. (I told you to call me Wake,) iritado nitong sabi sa akin.

I chuckled, irritating him more. "But you're a Filipino. Own it, Bangun."

(Oh shut it, Athanasia.)

Ako naman ang napasimangot. "Asia is better. Bakit naman kasi ang haba ng pangalan ko?"

(It suits your situation. Immortality,) he reminded me.

I sighed. "Bangun... how many more years?" pagod kong tanong sa kanya.