PROLOGUE

How it started...

       

      I never speak to anyone. I want to be alone. My soul is dying, and I don’t want that to be known by anybody. Not even my family. Yes, they don’t know what is really happening to me right now. I’m  like a living dead!

         

     “Why don’t you eat, Clarrise?” mother is worried for three consecutive days that I have  eaten nothing.

       

      “I am not hungry, Mom,” I replied without looking at her.

      

      “My God! You’re sick!” my mother was shocked when she touched my forehead and neck. “You have a fever.”

       

         “Nothing to worry, Mom. I’m okay,” I said. Inside me is that determination to feel numb. I just want to die.

       

         My mother cried. “You have to be brought to the hospital! My God. What are you doing to yourself, Clarisse?”

        

         That night, I was brought to the hospital with my family. I was found having pneumonia.

       

         “Clarrise, what happened?” it’s Marian, who immediately took a bus ride going to Laguna after knowing my situation.

       

        I hugged her and I cried to her. “It’s Miguel. He’s a liar! I don’t want to live anymore.”

       

          “M-My God! Don’t tell me… Oh, Clarrise,” Marian also cried and felt pity on me.

        

         In between my sighs, I told Marian the complete story of my heartache. That I and  Miguel love each other but it could not be because he was not really legally separated. That he lied to me.

       

          “I don’t want to live, Marian. Please, just let me die!” I cried again.

        

        “Clarrise…Clarrise, listen to me. You are beautiful, talented and lovable. There will be a right person for you…a man who can love you freely. Please, don’t hurt yourself and your family,” Marian was crying.

       

          Family? I have a family! Oh my God! Why until this time I felt so all alone?

         

       I looked around. I am not alone. They’re here! My family is here. My parents. My brother. My sister. All of them were crying for me.

       

       Am I so selfish? After all this time, I didn’t realize I was the one who walked away from them. I lived alone. I lived far from them because I want to be free. And what’s the price of living alone? I have nobody to talk to when I have a problem. It’s only Marian.

        

         “I’m sorry,” I looked into them all and cried.

       

         They all held my hand and pressed it like telling they are here for me.

        

         It’s afternoon. The sun is getting to set. Marian had gone home, so had my brother and sister. Only my parents remain at my side. They were already sleeping. I looked at the wall. I saw the man I  will never forget! He’s looking at me.

       

           “My God!” I cried again. “I am sorry….I am sorry!” I repeatedly said.  “Jesus, I’m sorry I forgot you. But now I promise…I will live for you and I will value this chance you had given to me.”

        

 

 

Reviews

[Eddie Davis]

Dhaye, I am excited to see you do a story like this and it is quite intriguing. I hope you don't mind some suggestions


“Why don’t you eat, Clarrise?” my mother is worried by that three consecutive days that I have eaten nothing.
Try "... mother is worried because for three consecutive days..."

' I was found out to be having a pneumonia.'
Try "I was found to have pneumonia'.

'Marian had gone home, so as my brother and sister.'
Try 'Marian had gone home, so had my brother and sister'.

[Dhaye]

Wow! Thank you for the help, Eddie. I really appreciate all of these. I really need honest people who will help me in this book because as you can see, only few reads books (sad to say, I'm one of them). That's why I stopped writing a chapter for almost a year and I decided to finish only now. I'll include your name in my acknowledgment, if you won't mind. I'm really grateful, Eddie. =)

[Dhaye]

*only few read books...

[Eddie Davis]

You are welcome, Dhaye, I hesitated to make suggestions as I certainly am no master of grammar usage and mistakes are still being found in my writings all the time.

[Dhaye]

Suggestions are always helpful. I am open to constructive criticisms. That's one of the reasons why I post my works here. LOL