Friday, May 22, 2009

secret

I was fixing my room when I found an old notebook I used in college. As I was leafing through the pages, I noticed a story that I forgot about. It was one of the last things I wrote before my literary juices dried out. I was in the middle of Janet Fitch’s White Oleander when I suddenly felt inspired to write a little story. I wrote it hurriedly so my penmanship is barely legible and I noticed an apparent need for more punctuation marks. I did my best to understand what exactly I was saying and with a few minor edits, I think it’s finally ready for an online debut.



From a distance, I stared at him. He was dragging on a cigarette, naked as the day he was born as beads of sweat glistened on his brow.

Can he even see me with my clothes on? I began to wonder. Maybe this was it. This was all I was going to get. He seems so different when it’s like this- when I have him all to myself- when we don’t have to think about the people who lack the logic to comprehend our love.

It was an agreement I did not agree with, like absentmindedly scratching the scab off a healing wound, revealing the flesh yet again. He said, nay insisted that this could never see the light of day.

“Our little secret.” he said.

At school, I watched the prepubescent girls follow him, eating nothing so they could shed their bones.

“Where were you last night? I called you like fifty times!” they shrilled in monotonous voices. Even their voices could not hide their intelligence (or lack thereof). I listened as he told them he fell asleep watching his sick father. Funny, seeing as it was I who fell into slumber in his arms last night.

How would these girls even know how to touch him? Did they know how he grew with lust when I kiss the small of his back? Or how his eyes would burn with passion when I take him from behind? No, for it was a secret. “Our little secret.”

I listened as the girls retold his story to each other. It was the same story, told twice simultaneously, each one giving or taking a detail as she pleased. It was like the sea rearranging the sand with each wave, I could feel the weight of his gaze at the back of my neck, causing the tiny hairs to rise. I turned to face him and watched him act like he saw nothing. I looked down and saw I still had my clothes on. He could not see me with my clothes on.

That night, I listened as he climbed up my window. He propped it up, lit a cigarette and I could feel my gut wrenching at the sight of him. He put his hand on my waist. I closed me eyes and let him take me. There, beneath the pale moonlight, I knew my body has started reclaiming its rightful place.

Yes, he only sees me with my clothes off but it was better than him not seeing me at all.

“Do you love me?” he whispered to no one at all and I began to wonder if this was all there would ever be.

Rachael Yamagata
What If I Leave
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18 comments:

  1. when classes starts... it will be inevitable to see NJ and his maddened throngs of stupid girly girl fans that he usually manage to desecrate with his empty promises....

    and everytime it will happen... i will remember this.... hahahahahaha

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  2. i love this post.
    heart felt.

    =)

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  3. #YJ Relate ka? Hala.. I hope you don't feel as bad as the character in the story.

    @Stan thank you! :D

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  4. love,love,love this!
    it hits close to home.

    was it in any way even roughly based on experience din? aside from having been inspired by white oleander, that is.

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  5. thank you for liking it. :D i'm surprised a lot of people can relate to this. thank you thank you

    it's fiction. although i did borrow from certain parts of my life, at the end of the day it's still fiction- a fabrication.

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  6. It sounds bitin... parang character profile pa lang, but its a good profile.

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  7. when i wrote it, i had every intention to see the story through the end. however, ang tagal na nung panahon na lumipas. i don't think i have the right mindset to give it a good ending anymore. :c

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  8. props to you!

    well written though short.

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  9. relate na relate!!! ahahaha well i dont feel as bad as like.... two weeks ago? ahahahahahaha

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  10. @Max thanks! :D

    @YJ haha kaya pala. ano nangyari? resched natin yung coffee!

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  11. i have a notebook too when I was in college where i wrote most of my thoughts and hidden desires LOL and i feel good everytime i read them

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  12. @LOF Thanks! :D

    @Period bakit hmmmmmm?

    @Mac It's nice to reminisce no? Minsan nakakasuka yung mga kabaduyan ko noon pero over-all, I enjoyed reading that notebook, too.

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  13. "Woah, lumabas ang emotion sa monitor ko... dito siguro nanggaling ang usok..."

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  14. Oh no. Umusok monitor mo? Bakit? haha

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  15. "Yes, he only sees me with my clothes off but it was better than him not seeing me at all."

    oooohhhh!!! i love this!!!!! :)
    haaayyy...sana dumating ang time na i could write good stuff.... but then if that time would come, it would all have a touch of kamunduhan, rated r stuff, at baka i-ban ang works ko sa pinas. waahahahaha :)
    i love this....

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  16. haha or mga drawing ni mystica on ice. haha

    go lang ng go. may malaking market for r-rated stories. haha

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