(UNDER REVISION) "Sino 'yan?" Nanginginig pero pasigaw na tanong ko sa may tapat ng pinto ngunit wala akong nakuha o narinig na sagot mula sa kabilang bahagi ng pinto. Muling namutawi ang kalabog sa aking dibdib. Shet, wala akong mahihingian ng tulong kung sakaling may mangholdap sa akin, ako lang mag-isa dito sa bahay at dis oras na rin ng gabi, tulog na ang neighborhood sa mga oras na 'to. Bago pa man ako makaisip ng mga karumal-dumal na bagay ay pinindot ko ang video recorder ng phone ko at inilagay ito sa flower vase na malapit sa kinakatayuan ko. Tinakpan ko ito ng mga bulaklak but I made sure na makukunan pa rin ang view sa may pinto, pinahinaan ko rin ang brightness nito para makasigurado. Syempre, if ever na may mangyari sa aking masama ay may maipapakitang ebidensya sa otoridad kapag nag-imbistiga sila. Iba na ang wais sa panahon ngayon duh. Pagkatapos kong iset-up ang phone at agad rin akong bumalik sa tapat ng pinto at huminga muna ng malalim bago hawakan ang doorknob at dahan-dahan habang pigil hininga ko itong pinihit nang paunti-unti. At nang tuluyan ko na itong mabuksan ay nakahinga ako ng maluwag dahil puro tunog lang ng mga kulisap ang naririnig ko at wala nama akong kakaibang nararamdaman sa paligi---- "SURPISE!" "T*NG*N@ MOOOOOOO!" Agad kong tinakpan ang aking bibig nang mapagtanto kung sino ang biglang sumulpot sa harapan ko. Pakiramdam ko'y milyun-milyong bultahe ng ng kuryente ang dumaloy sa katawan ko nang habang kaharap ang nilalang na nasa harapan ko sa pagkakataong ito. Tila ba'y natutop ang aking bibig at walang lumalabas na boses mula rito. Pati ang aking mga paa ay wari'y nakadikit sa sahig at hindi ko ito maigalaw. A boy full of sweat on his face is smiling in front of me while holding a camera with his right hand and a paper bag in his left hand. My online boyfriend Rigel Petterson is in front of me right now.
When Ysabel Hermano died, Teresa Salamanca changed a lot. Her schoolmates hated her for being selfish and snotty. And the fact that she doesn't care at all, makes them furious. On the other hand, love's right there at the cornerーpatiently waiting for her. The love that is very adamant about pursuing her. She's ready to accept it, but an unforgivable secret from the past unveiled. The devious demon that is haunting her for years turned out to be her lover's beloved companion. With the great damage caused by the past, she realized that this present generation with the presence of social media is grievous than expected.
Do you have a deepest darkest secret? A random thought? Or just had a silly day? Post you story at confesstothevoid.com where your stories are told anonymously. The things you wont dare to post on Twitter, Instagram, or Facebook is safe in here where everybody can see, but no one will know. Real stories, just fake names. A collection of one-shot stories. *** Excerpt from Entry 3: "Oh! Dear! He was gorgeous." She described him with a glint in her greying eyes. "Yes, Dear. I could barely look at him in the eyes!" She giggled. "But then we got to know each other… Oh, indeed. We knew everything there is to know from a lover. But my parents never liked him. They were bad… very bad. I was sixteen and was pregnant with his child. Oh! How angry my parents were, it was a scandal to get pregnant unwed. They separated us. Never saw him again. The babe was given for adaption. I only heard it cry, not able to hug it once. Never knew if it was a he or a she. The biggest regret of my life. Never forgave my parents for it…" She paused for a moment. "…so young woman, once you find your love, never let it go." She concluded. "How will I know if I found my love?" I asked her. "Unfortunately, my dear, people find the love is true when its already gone." *** Disclaimer: Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Content Warning: This series contains disturbing themes such as sexual assault, murder, substance abuse, and suicide.