Dec 1, 2012
Shivering and feebly coherent... I heard him say:
"Napanuod mo na yung Wrong Turn? Grabe yun no..."
I could hear the chill in his voice, and I can hear them in mine too as I answered back:
"Oo, napanuod ko na"
He continued: "Ilan kayong magkakapatid?"
I despised his confidence in that particular question. I hate being asked brutally about things I don't want to answer. Despite, I said "Bakit mo gustong malaman?"
"Wala lang... kasi ako, me kapatid ako. Namatay siya, nasabugan ng granada. Hinostage nya kasi yung family namin, tapos nagpakamatay cia. Tatay ko rin wala na, nasagasaan ng truck. Parang basketbol nga na walang hangin yung pagkakapisa sa ulo, flat talaga."
I fell silent, I could hear his laboured breathing behind my neck. This must be the thoughts of a person dying. His memories flashing right before his eyes. I panicked, and tried to talk to him to keep him awake. I myself is having a hard time staying awake... staying sane... and staying alive. I have read about this before, I said to myself. I need to keep us both awake, or we'll never wake up again. Ever.
Posted by bundoKaholics at 8:28 PM