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unoscraft · 1 year

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"Silenced Plea"

written by Alyssa Juliana Balingit

When will the class end? I’d have to quickly go to my part-time job.

“Any questions, class? ” our teacher asked.

My classmates all agreed: “ None, Sir. ”

“ So that's all for today. ” I was arranging my things when the teacher told me to meet him after class. “ Are you having any problems? ” My ears rang with this never-ending question.

“ Yes, you're constantly in class, but you don't really speak or sleep.” he continued.

“ No, sir. I'm good. Is that all? ” I replied before proceeding to my part-time job.

For group work the next day, I was paired with the class president.

How can someone smile and interact with others so effortlessly even without hesitation? It's quite distracting.

“ Good morning, Avery.” he typically says, a smile spreading throughout his face. I simply nodded in response. He kept initiating a conversation in which I didn't know how to respond since I didn't know what to say. But I do appreciate his efforts.

I spotted the sun setting. I was ready to leave the university when I noticed a group of people looking at me. But I didn't mind it because I was used to it. Oh, how I had no idea what horror awaited me back then.

Another school day, I definitely felt a lot of their stares and murmurs as I walked down the corridor. My anxiety rapidly builds up. What is going on?

“ They now know.” someone screamed in my head.

Sancho appeared suddenly alongside me. He smiled, as he always does when he greets me. “ Is there something up? " I asked, hesitantly. He seemed puzzled that I initiated a conversation first.

I noticed he was tense when he said there were photographs on the school's website. My heartbeat quickened as his words resonate in my ears. I dashed to the bathroom to check my phone. My palms began to sweat, and breathing became difficult.

I thought I could finally get away from what happened when someone uploaded a picture of me being sexually violated, but it remains to torment and punish me. My vision was clouded by my tears. How can I go and continue my studies here? When I tried to compose myself and go, hours had passed and class was probably still going on.

I spotted Sancho lounging at the restroom's entrance. There were also coffee cups and a paper bag on the floor. “ I ordered these so we could eat and drink together; do you want to go out? " he asked.

I was concerned as to what he was thinking. How could he still approach me and act this way if he had seen the post? We stepped outside and took a seat on a bench. I could feel the breeze. It's a gloomy day. He handed me the cup and opened the bread wrapper. He didn't say anything to me; he just sat by me until the evening. When we realized it was going to rain, he offered to take me home. On our walk, the rain began to fall at the same time as my tears, as he held my hand and ran to find a cover. When I eventually broke down, we were on the staircase. He stood right in front of me, but I couldn't see his expression.

“ I apologize, I didn't really mean to cry in front of you. " This is terrible.

“ I'm truly sorry.” I say as I bow my head, my tears falling once more.

“ Please refrain from apologizing. It's not your fault, Avery. It was never the case and it will never be. I'm not going to force you to open up or do anything. You can let me know when you're ready. I’ll be here. ” He spoke softly.

“ I was raped.” I said meekly, overwhelmed.

“ I was raped by someone I considered a friend. I was diagnosed with severe depression and social phobia, and I took a few months off before enrolling in this school.” My heart constricted as I said those phrases for the first time.

“ Thank you for having the courage and strength to tell me, and I promise to be here for you and to help you.”

"May I give you a hug?" He sought permission.

I nodded, yearning for warmth. I had no idea somebody could give me such comfort. That rainy night, I wailed once more in his embrace.

Months passed, and he followed through with his promise. He notified the school administration, deleted the post, and filed the rape case. He had spoken with all of the students. I'm doing better in school now that time has passed. I can now interact with others without feeling uneasy. He's been by my side the entire time.

Years went by, but he remains at my side. I now go to therapy every two weeks. He officially courted me during our freshman year of college, and we've been dating for about three years.

“ What miracle did I do in my past life to even deserve you? ” I gently run my hands through his hair.

He saved me, in all ways possible and I'll be eternally grateful to him. I stare intently at Sancho as he sleeps. I never thought there would be someone who would genuinely love me in this life.

Before I realized it, today's me had hopes for tomorrow's you.

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unoscraft · 1 year

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"It all started because of my little crush"

By Alyssa Balingit

This is a carefully kept secret, but every night before I go to bed, I make-up scenarios in my mind.

To begin, apart from academic or meaning materials, I recall the first book I’ve ever read. It was the hit, “the Diary of a Wimpy Kid,” I recollect being so engrossed in it, finishing in one setting.

When I read, I make extensive use of my imagination. I always envision what I read. It makes the whole thing even more enjoyable. But, as I reflect on my childhood, I’ve come to realize I’ve always been imaginative. Fascinated by those around me, my surroundings, and why I think and act the way I do.

I used to compose lyrics, narratives or storylines on an Orion Intermediate Pad. It’s incredible how I remember this detail, atleast to me. It consisted of my crush, kind and so charming, He was my seatmate, using different names to whatever I was writing. He’d read it at times, unaware it was about him. I don’t think he knew I had a crush on him at the time, and I hope he never finds out. Young me was so corny.

Years passed, and fan fiction was my first exposure to writing online; actually taking the time to time and compose. I believe it took place in 2014? I used to read Wattpad, listen to kpop and one direction was it not a sure bet?

It was posted on my twitter stan account. I can't seem to recall particular elements and themes. The sure thing there was that it was a lot of grammatical mistakes and a lot of cringing.

Man, it was truly an era.

To be honest, I don’t write now as a hobby. What I do is think of scenarios, appropriate lines for it, visual settings and now I picture my characters. I’d jot them down on random papers.

My subsequent writing experiences were prompted by requirements or performance tasks in junior high school. Fast forward to grade 11, upon transferring to Holy Angel, when there was a groupwork involving creation of scripts, I’d generally volunteer because it was something I felt more comfortable doing than speaking or editing. I was in conflict. I believe I felt mediocre since I could not fully show my creativity because of the restrictions and significance of sticking within the designated topic.

“Preserve your memories, keep them well.”

“What you forget, you can never retell.”

Journaling has been the most meaningful thing I;ve begun this year. It caused me to reflect on my day, what I’ve learned, who I’ve spoken with, and what I’ve done. It prompted self-realization and reflections I had not thought about before.

To conclude, it also had a fundamental impact on my writing. It excited me to think I’d be capable of looking back upon my sentiment and thoughts. I look forward to use how my life changes month by month, year by year as I grow older.

Things I have no control over will continue to happen. The key would be affirmation, and the reality that it’s all about perspective when it comes to life.

I constantly tell myself that regardless of what happens and no matter what othe people think and say,

I am the protagonist of my own story.

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