“YOU ARE NOT WORTH MY EVERYTHING,” says Lindsey, with a pout on her face. After months of having the on-and-off relationship with Patrick, she sure knows what will happen next.
Few minutes ago, while she was typing something for her paper, How To Have A Useful Marketing Strategy, due tomorrow, her friend, Lisa, called. “Oh, dear. I saw your spinach (Patrick) with that hell cat. They are both riding Patrick’s Isuzu…”
Lindsey took that into speculation before. Patrick, going out with another girl named Natasha…Natasha kissing Patrick publicly…both of them directing a show for all, and Lindsey crying over Patrick for being such a fool.
“Lisa, please stop…I can’t, uhm…I know Patrick’s happy with her side, but he loves me, still.”
Lisa chortles a bit. She sort of know that kind of laugh Lisa has when someone mocked her beyond extent.”Seems like he cares, you know? He loves you because you are so messed up believing him despite the distortion he’s causing you; or how about this…he loves you because he’s in for your money?’
The truth about Lisa’s theory hit her. It’s the kind of pain you feel when someone stabs you in the chest, two times a minute, digging deeper and deeper before you knew that you are dying. The soggy, scarlet blood is oozing right through that spot where the knife has beat you.
Do I have to stop the bleeding or let the hemorrhage continue until I no longer feel the pain because I’m already dead asleep?
To be continued…
by: Samantha C. De Guzman