I was woken up by a voice calling my name and telling me that I was crazy. I opened my eyes and there it was, no one in front of me. I thought it was real. I believe it was. I slowly put my arms down and looked at the person beside me. It’s my first time seeing him. He showed his smile while shaking his head in disbelief. I’m certain that he thinks I’m mentally ill. Well, I don’t care. It’s not something that’s believable. I finished my bathroom routine and looked at the guy first before going out of the shared bathroom. I could feel his glances behind my back. I continued walking as if I hadn’t done any embarrassing acts in front of a stranger. It was my first time seeing him, and I think we’re about the same age, judging by his physique. My head’s twitching when a thought crosses my mind. It was about the guy who I met in the bathroom. He seems familiar, and I’ve seen him before. I’m not sure where, but I know that I saw those eyes before. I shrugged off the thought and immediately
I saw Jacques leaving the coffee shop. He looks like he’s scared and someone is threatening him. I need to find out about it. I didn’t finish my coffee and left it hanging on the table. I rushed down the alley to see where Jacques went, and thankfully, I still have a visual of him. Relax, Merchaiass. You are now one step ahead of your plan. I have followed him quietly for some time now, and he has a lot of destinations to stop at. We’ve arrived at a place where the squatters are currently residing. He stopped again, for the ninth time, in a house painted green and entered. He lasted for a few minutes before he went out of the house with different clothing and a sling bag on his shoulder. Where is he going? I can tell that he took a bath too, as his hair is damp. I don’t know if I should continue following him as the other side of my brain says to stop and go back, but the other says different. I watched him take a big step, and it seemed like he was in a hurry. I decided to trust my g
My whole body froze when I heard Jacques’ voice. Oh no! I was caught. I can see his eyes getting busy. His glances came back and forth, from me and to the place where we were both earlier. I know that he has a lot of questions, and I do, too. What was he doing there? And how did he know John? How come he’s in a gang again? Doesn’t he have any care for himself? He was in trouble before because of gangs. And he’s doing it for the second time. I wanted to smack his head right there and then, but he dragged me in out of the garage. I don’t know where we are as I just let him guide us on our way. I knew that he was doing this to save me, and I thanked him for it. His grip tightened when I tried to loosen it a bit. Does he think that I’ll run away? Maybe. That is my last resort. If things don’t go according to my plan, I will leave right away, even though I’m not familiar with this place. We stopped in front of the acacia tree, and at last! He finally let go of my wrist. I was in the middle
“What have you done, Jacques? When I read my diary, I thought that you were different. But, it looks like you’re much worse than those people I know.”I regretted what I had said when I saw the flashes of pain in his eyes. But I can’t take it back. What is to be done has already been done. I didn’t say much after that. I’m still preoccupied by my triggered memory from when I saw that bloody incident. It was part of the reason why I stayed still when he was dragging me out of the garage. I couldn’t believe that he did that. Yet I’m not sure if he killed his uncle with his own hands or not because my memory is cut and limited. I saw how the argument heated up, and it was cut into the scene of the lifeless body of his uncle above the ground. The scared faces of Jacques’ parents and the trembling of Jacques’ hands. I don’t know if I was there, but it felt like I witnessed everything. I remember how Jacques went to me and told me everything about what happened that night. I can’t remember
The day is unbelievably extra beautiful today. The sky is clear and there’s no chance of rain, unlike from last night, when it was gloomy. I was currently in the middle of the alley, appreciating the beauty of the sunlight and playing with its rays using my fingers. What a nice day, indeed! Aside from having a nightmare last night, I didn’t have any significant events that could contribute to my getting back my memories. I know it’s kind of subtle, and I don’t have any idea of how long this can be. Surprisingly, I don't hold any grudges towards Jacques and Taddeio because I tried to put myself in their shoes and I understand why they were acting that way. I can't blame them. After all, I was just a man whose memories are incomplete. I have reached the conclusion that I should finish the semester here before going back to my previous town to dig into what really happened to me. With my hands in my pocket, I started ambling slowly in the middle of the alley. It's safe because there are
I was surrounded by some unknown people in my life, but because they told me about the dean, I have a vague idea of who they are. I had somewhat heard about them because of my blockmates who are always talking about the issue here at the university. In other words, they are the source of the issues circulating here. My head throbbed when some girl used a stick to smack my head off. Wow. What a nice hit. I can feel the blood rushing in my face, but my sight is still clear. I didn’t see any remorse on their faces, but instead they looked joyous when they saw that I was hurt by their doings. A random guy spit on my face, and it made me laugh. I played with my tongue inside of my mouth while looking at that guy. I slowly smiled and teased him more. I want to know how far their anger can go so that I will know when it is the right time to escape. I don’t know, but I feel like I’m starting to change. I was not like the “afraid Merchaiass” when I was in grade school up until my first days in
“I was forced, too.”My eyes went up to her, displaying a confused look on my face. She was one of my abductors, and here she said that she was forced by that group, too. I mean, how? She doesn’t look like it. And why is she telling me about this? Do I look like someone who can help her escape this hell? I don’t think so. Even for myself, I don’t know if I can come up with this“What do you mean?” I asked.“They have my mom. They’re threatening me to work for them. I was not a student here before, but I’ve transferred because of it. I-I don’t know why I am telling you this, but you give off some vibe where I can be comfortable sharing my problems. I don’t even know you that much.” She couldn’t understand what was happening to her. How much am I right? I saw her shaking her head and inhaling the smoke from her cigarette. Or was she? I don’t know how smoking works, but it seemed like they were inhaling it.“What happened?”“What do you mean?” She answered.“I mean, how did it happen? Wh
I’m torn between thinking that Lethius was saying the truth or that it was all lies. I can’t read him because he’s good at hiding his true emotions. This was the first time I felt that his feelings were valid and pure when he said that he was doing this for his friend. Maybe he liked the girl and wanted to play the superhero role in her life. I never had the slightest idea that this guy would be serious when talking about someone’s life. I suppose the girl is important in his life.“Okay.” I mumbled and stood up from where I was sitting. I picked up my notebook and pen to use for jotting down the plan.“Don’t you have any questions left?” He looked confused when he saw me sat in front of him. I shook my head and told him that we should start planning.“Merch, I know that you have too much on your plate, but I need you for this to work.”I raised my left eyebrow because he seemed to know more. I waited for him to talk again, but after a minute he did not.We started talking about the p