#063 unfinished
it was the ninth of September, in a year that would not quickly sink into the forgotten, and her harried steps weighed heavier by the moment. she walked, no, scurried, away from the white walls, the smell of ammonia and alcohol, the dull white glow of the ceiling lights. Her breathing labored, her eyes fogged by tears, she was suffocating from the guilt that was slowly seeping in.
Raya’s father had been very harsh, saying things like she was not the daughter they taught her to be and it had hurt her more than anything else. She had strived to please them for the last 24 years of her life, and has ironically lost everything in one day. she had admitted that she was with child and her parents had expectedly gone livid.
“I’ll leave the house if you want me to. I can stand up on my own.†she braved her father’s wrath and her mother’s withering stare. Right that moment she wished to possess some magical power, a power to stop time and wind it back. unfortunately for her, neither will be granted.
raya sat dejectedly in the back of the taxi cab, sobbing as quietly as she could. The driver kept glancing at his rearview mirror, quite concerned with the lady who flagged him down in front of a small clinic whose signs did not betray just what business it was they conducted in there.
Saan po tayo maam?
*sniff* Diyan lang ho, sa may kapitolyo. *sniff*
raya hugged her backpack tighter and tried to think of what good could possibly come out of her decision. It was too late to regret anything anymore, and it was her and her baby against the world now.
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