Chapter 1: Silent Voice

...I'm on the verge of breaking down into pieces...

...My tears are about to burst...

...I can't deal with this loneliness...

...Is it necessary to make me feel that I'm the worst?...

...I don't know where and to whom to vent...

...All the hard work I spent...

...All the things that I'm doing just for them...

...Is nothing but the "expected" from me to them...

...I really want to open my lips...

...But really, I can't...

...The only thing I could do was sleep...

...Anger and sorrow are the only ones that urge...

...I'm full of grudges and I feel so miserable...

...Many ideas, in my head bubbles...

...I wish to die right now...

...Die silently that no one will know, no one would care...

...I don't know why and how...

...But it's really tiring hearing their lips blow and blow...

...All I want is the chance to speak...

...All I want is for them to hear...

...This voice that can only squeak...

...These lips that can only whisper...

...But no one is near...

...Nothing is there...

...They don't care...

...There are only shadows anywhere....

I abruptly came to a halt when I finished my poetry with a period. I was lost in contemplation as I looked up at the window on my right side. I was brainstorming a title for my story.

The birds soared in and out of the sky. I watched them sway in the breeze. When suddenly, "Silent Voice," an unfamiliar voice arrived out of nowhere. I was completely taken aback.

I quickly returned my gaze. I was surprised to learn who it was. I hadn't realized she'd been there for quite some time.

"You are..." I said as the pupil of my eyes dilated. I remembered how she introduced herself on the first day. That was my initial impression of her. "...the siopao-cheeked girl?" I asked heedlessly.

//FYI: Siopao is a Filipino steamed meat bun that is highly influenced by Chinese immigrants and also by Spanish colonialists. Filipinos with chubby cheeks were nicknamed "Siopao" because the bun itself resembles chubby cheeks.//

"Siopao-cheeked?!" she screamed grumpily. She abruptly nodded, her straight, gleaming hair and it has covered her head.

"I-I-I just-" I said while stuttering.

Then she suddenly sighed and, after that, she said, "MY NAME IS GIA. OK?! MORGIANA!!" She pointedly said.

"G-Gia?" I said while stuttering. "No. Hmm... No. Call me Mori instead," she said. Then I said, "Ok... Mori."

"That's it!" she exclaimed, enthusiastically.

I began to wonder what and why she was here for. I turned my body her way and looked at her. "Ummm-"

She sighed once more and said, "Don't you get bored just sitting and writing about your 'cruel' life? Com'on. Let's go to Resty's. I'm craving some chicken nuggets."

I just stared at her, perplexed. "What's the deal with her?" my mind wondered.

"Come on," she murmured, grabbing my arm and dragging me along with her.

As she dragged me along with her, I dropped the pen I was carrying. I stood there watching the pen fall and drip on the floor. The wind was blowing behind the curtain, and I was watching it as it flipped the pages of my black journal.

She suddenly lifted my arm, which caused me to turn back to her. "Hey! Just trust me, "she said, and then she smiled.

When I glanced around, I noticed the wooshing wind shutting the black diary.

When I returned my gaze to her, I noticed she was smiling. That smile enlightened me.

"Whoaaaa! You're smiling!" she said.

I didn't notice that I was smiling. I can't remember the last time that I truly smiled. I don't even know how I look right now.

"L-Let's go." I stammered as I looked at her. Her lovely brown eyes were staring at me. They were sparkling.

"Let's go!" she said, dragging me along with her.

...She dragged me along with her...

...The darkness has closed and sealed...

...The door, on its own, has opened...

...And let me see the brightness...

...That smile...

...I can't seem to overthink...

...The doubts are gone...

...Happiness continues to pile...

...I thought the world had closed its eyes...

...But I knew that it was only a blink...

...Despite the presence of darkness...

...The sun, in the morning, still shines...

...At the Resty's...

...We ate and chatted...

...She laughed, I laughed...

...Everything made me feel delighted....

This poem that I have composed, I was thinking if I should write it in the journal. That, however, was not the case. The book was far too darkish and dismal for such a lovely poetry. I'll just keep it as a memory, or I could write it in another book. Another thought suddenly came into my mind. "Is this a goodbye to the pen and black journal?" But as I looked at her, a thought occurred to me, "Perhaps there's no need to write these words anymore." You are enough for me to recall the memories where I smiled and felt light.

I didn't realize I'd blurted out the words on the spur of the moment.

She gave me a glance.

"Eat your nuggets or else I'll eat them," she threatened.

I also didn't realize how comfortable I was with her. She introduced me to her friends, and it wasn't a bad experience.

The chattering continued, and I started to get close to many people. I am very happy and I hope that this happiness continues to last for a long time.

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