My Crayon

Kabanata 1

I nervously clasp my hands while walking towards my mother.

Her face is stern and rigid. She gazes at me with an emotionless expression. Everyone always says I resemble my mother with our curves, lips, and even the way I walk. They claim I'm a walking replica of her. However, as I stand before her and compare myself to her, I realize that we're different.

"What did you do again?" she asks with her voice as cold as ice.

My lips tremble upon hearing her chilling tone.

"M-mom, I d-didn't do it," I stammer nervously, unconsciously tightening my grip on my hand.

She raised his eyebrows while checking me.

"Stand up straight, put your hands down, and look at me," she commanded.

I immediately put my hands down and met her gaze. I watched as she poured wine into her glass and elegantly sipped it.

"You know I despise liars, Crayon," she said in a stern tone.

Slowly, she walked towards me, holding the wine glass.

"Who taught you to lie to your mother, hmm?" she asked.

"M-mom, it was just an acci-" I didn't finish my words before she poured the wine on me and slapped me.

"Don't you dare lie to me again, Crayon!" she shouted

Nabigla at napahawak agad ako sa mukha ko. Magkasunod na luha ang lumandas sa aking mata.

"You are the reason bakit nawala ang kuya mo at ngayon naaksidente ang pinsan mo ng dahil sayo!"

After all these years, hindi niya parin tanggap na wala na si Kuya at ako ang sinisi niya sa pagkawala niya. My heart clenched as I look my mother with rage on her face.

Why is life so hard? Bakit lahat nalang sa akin isinisisi?

"You're nothing but a selfless daughter, sarili mo lang ang inuuna mo bakita hindi nalang ikaw ang nawala" she said na parang walang kwenta ang buhay ko.

"Creshia!" the atmosphere grew silent when I heard my father's voice.

"P-papa" I whispered tearfully.

"Crayon, umakyat ka muna sa taas ako na ang bahala sa Mommy mo"

"What? Paalisin mo yang inggrata na yan? Dominique!" Galit na sabi ni mommy.

"Go upstairs." he said while looking at my mom.

Umiiyak akong tumango at tumakbo papunta sa kwarto.

I closed the door and went to the bathroom, where I let out all the pain I was feeling. I turned on the shower and sat on the floor. The sound of my tears mixed with the falling water, as if the tears were joining in my sorrow.

I stared blankly at the wounds on my legs. A bitter smile crossed my face. Kahit yata mamatay ako kasama ang pinsan ko sa aksidente siguro hindi siya iiyak para sa akin. Mahina kong hinaplos ang mga sugat ko sa mga paa at ngayon ko lang naramdaman ang kirot nito.

I glanced at the door as there was a knock.

"Crayon, anak, si Nanang to"

I immediately stood up and opened the door.

"Nanang," I said hoarsely, my voice still showing traces of crying.

She brought a medicine kit with her, and behind her was my father's secretary carrying food.

"Magbihis ka muna, anak, at ang lamig-lamig mo. Gaano katagal kang nagbabad sa tubig?" she asked, a question I didn't answer.

Ms. Jean placed the food on the small table near my bed, then she bowed and left the room.

Nanang took me to the closet and helped me change. When I was dressed, she make me sat at the edge of the bed and began treating my wounds on my legs.

"Alam kong hindi mo kasalanan ang nangyari Crayon, kaya huwag mong isisi sa sarili mo" mahinahong sabi niya

Hindi parin ako umimik at nakinig lamang sa kaniya. Tiningnan niya ako at bumuntong hininga.

She finished cleaning my wounds and fed me before leaving the room.

I lay on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.

...

"Stella, huwag kang masyadong umatras," I warned her as I took her picture.

She laughed and sat on a large rock near the edge of the deep ravine.

"Crayon, take a picture of me here. The view is beautiful," she said cheerfully.

I gladly took pictures of her from different angles.

"Let me see," she was about to stand when she slipped on the rock.

"Stella!" I quickly rushed to her.

"Crayon," she cried as she clung to a vine attached to the large rock.

I hurriedly reached her.

"Crayon, I can't," she cried, and I could see the vine slowly tearing.

"No, no, no, Stella, you can do it," I shouted as I tried to reach her hand.

As I was about to reach her, the vine snapped, and I couldn't grasp Stella's hand.

"Oh my god, Stellaaaaa!" I cried out as I watched her fall.