Chapter 3

Hours had passed when I ordered them to send out my annoying aunt out of my office— company.

I hardly closed my eyes to adjust my sight when I felt the stinging pain striking in my head.

I've been focusing on my monitor for hours now. My head and eyes are aching already. Problems after problems.

I didn't even take my lunch yet. I am too busy to eat. It's like my eyes couldn't leave the monitor. But I am famished.

Inis na tinignan ko ang mga kalat na nasa aking lamesa, damn, what an eyesore. Full of folders and files that I have to sign, even my monitor's brimming with emails and documents that I need to review.

This is a common view for me but why do I suddenly feel tired of it? Doing everything.

Problems in the company, my aunt's repetitive offer, such a never-ending problem, that I'll probably hold until one of us die.

I need a break. No, I must take a break, rather. Yes I do, spoil myself because I deserve it but a long relaxation sounds great too. But what kind of break?

I opened a new tab to search.

Island, beach, and coast. Everything that I search are surrounded by the body of water.

Ever since that incident happened, I swore not to go or to visit any islands. I was traumatized. I am terrified.

I leaned on my swivel chair to think. But I ended up reminiscing about my horrible past.

"Dad!" I shouted while struggling to swim and to breath.

"Lucky!" dinig kong sigaw ng aking ama.

Minutes of struggling in the middle of the sea, trying my very best to swim, drank a lot of sea water, and I passed out.

I woke up with a heavy body and... Heart. Welcomed by a white ceiling. Ah, familiar. This is a common scenario in a tragic movie.

"Lucky can you hear me, hijo?" rinig kong tanong ng isang pamilyar na boses, Oh it's Atty. Fernan.

Mariin kong ipinikit ang aking mga mata matapos masilaw sa liwanag na nagmumula sa ilaw ng kwartong kinalalagyan ko, I can't talk, I can barely move.

"Floyd, call the Doctor." Atty. Fernan said to his son, Floyd, my one and only friend.

He sadly glanced at me first before storming out of the room to call the Doctor.

A few minutes later he came with a middle-aged man who's wearing a white coat. He started to check my body, one by one before walking towards Floyd's dad.

"Hey..." dinig kong bulong ni Floyd.

"My family..." I slowly mumbled. But Floyd didn't spill any word he just stared at me... sadly.

I laughed inside my head. I knew it. I looked away from Floyd then tried to remember my mom's image inside my brain.

When the dangerous lighting struck, I saw my mother's lifeless body, she's wet and pale.

She was played by the waves of the sea together with my almost dying father at that time.

"They didn't make it, sorry for your lost, Lucky. Be strong, we'll help you." I heard him whispered before tapping my head lightly. That day I found out that I was barely hanging when they rescued us. I consumed too much water, almost out of breath. I almost die.

Lumipas ang mga araw ngunit wala ni isa sa mga kamag-anak ko ang dumalaw o tumingin sa aking lagay. But Attorney said they were present on my parents' burial.

They were even present when Attorney announces the will made by my grandfather and father. All of them are there. But they didn't get even a penny. Deserve. My uncles and aunts are furious, but they can't do something about it.

After my recovery, I was home schooled, suggested by Floyd's dad, he became my guardian, he and Floyd became my family, but I refused to live with them, I chose our mansion, I lived with the maids and other house helpers. That's how I spent the rest of my teenage years. I forbid myself with almost everything. I work hard, I ace all the exams and opportunities that I have. I am intelligent and I will use that to gain the power that I deserve and need.

I sighed.

I remembered the strong slap of the big wave on our small boat, I was struggling that time, we all are, actually.

The last scream I heard from my father while holding my lifeless mom.

And the people who were with us that time, that fisherman, I'll never forget him, he's the reason why the machine failed, why we're stuck on the middle of the sea storm, why my parents died and the reason why I survived, I am not thankful for that. I am good as dead now, I don't have any reasons to live, to continue my life. But I can't just leave the reputation and legacy started by my grandfather. I must continue even though I don't want to.

But I want to face my fears maybe it will alleviate the burden or my problems.

Minutes after debating with my inner self I decided to take a vacation to that Island. The island where everything started.

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