Rediscovering Home

There was a lingering connection. I entered my elementary school from the back gate, through the stage to male's restroom to see the old canteen filled with people eating, the manner was cynical. I went on the other way out after buying the memory of buying candy in there, the cheap screen of the corridor showing that in the puny playing field there was an unusual game. I did not see the process. I walked straight to the corridor up the stairs to my room. The rooms were empty. I checked the grade 6 room to find the light from the sun outside shooting its grace. I was not welcome.

I decided to go outside the room to see through the screens the tall dancing bamboos beside the hut below. It was peaceful. I broke the bond and went straight to the grade 3 room. In my mind, it was the grade 5 room. Despite the open doors, the room was extremely dark. It was frightening dark, unrecognizable, unknown if there were beings inside. But I knew it was dirty, the windows edging away the light. I ran outside past the grade 4 to 5 room and stopped at the stairs. There were two directions where you could descend: in my right, I go back to the corridor with the playing field; in my left, I go to the inner part of the school with the kinder to grade 2 classrooms reside and where the front gate beholds. In my front was the filthy river. There were bodies floating through the waves. I felt indifferent and descended on my left.

I was carrying a bag on my back when someone called my name. I looked back, it was an old memory and I moved forward. Passing through the grade 2 to kinder classrooms on my left, lay another restroom. I went inside, the lights were extremely orange. I remember washing my skin while the cockroaches stride everywhere. It was stinking and I went outside facing the kitchen. I advanced to see caged doves on my right; they were stinking. I did not reach the front gate and went back to the stairs to the corridor to the canteen. Before I reached the back gate, lay another restroom. I peeked inside to see a filthier and darker interior. Beside it were used wood, metal and everything grabage. I washed my hands by the faucet beside the disorientation and saw the owner of the canteen. He was eyeing what I was doing. I felt uneasy and phased away through the stage and outside the gates.

It wasn't me, but it was me. A vehicle was waiting for me and I was suddenly with a usual companion. We were wearing heavy jackets, mine a purple one. Inside the vehicle waiting were my mother and my oxyn. He was with a friend oxyn; they were known to be aggressive and filled with passion. He ordered me to get in and I did not want to. I wished to buy porridge and eggs on the food stall first with the ten pesos that I had. He obliged and ushered me in, my usual companion already inside, apprehended my enter.

There was a clear direction to home: on my right was a low descending grass field; on my left was the filthy river. My mother, driving the vehicle, drove backwards and the vehicle fell on the descending grass fields. My usual companion and I, sitting on the back, almost fell on the mud as the door on our part opened. My usual companion dipped her hand on the watery mud and felt disgusted at the coldness of it and decided that we ought to run for the both of us.

My mother the the oxyns agreed to wait for us through the nearer end of the passage of the same direction of different pathways. My usual companion smiled and ran. I followed her with glee. The river was just filthy.

As we ran over the edge, we encountered the setting filled with dried glass and broken alcohol bottles. It was a good thing we were wearing boots and kept on walk-running. As I moved further forward, but still behind my usual companion, the dried grass met the slums. There were a huge amount of cautious Muslims around their houses, doing anything: picking up pieces, washing clothes, walking, eyeing. We were dressed inappropriately as they wear their turbans as signature. A little Indian boy walking past me opposite to my direction smiled and asked if how was I. He was the only meek being in there.

My usual companion was still ahead of me until I reached her hand and moved forward; we were both laughing despite the stern behavior of the setting, enjoying our walk. The slums became more dangerous, the dried grass replaced with filthy cemented flooring. I ascended towards a swaying alley and my usual companion disappeared. A thin boy signaled me to stop. He was so thin his skull was showing. I did not stop and started to walk towards the dusty granite bridge. I could never be followed. I ran.

A little creature who I did not recognize was following me, the thin boy unknowing. the bridge ended as I was now facing a more civilized slum. I was suddenly to meet my father and just walk. I walked through the exhausting labyrinth of this place and met my father near the narrow alley.

Before we reached the narrow alley, there was a small basketball court where there were little humans dancing in sync, the ball lay beside their stance. We entered the narrow alley, darkening. Ahead of my father, he began telling me how he liked his shoes as they get enlarged to my sight. The end was a more civilized slum from the former.

My father stopped to a store and paid a retailer since the little creature would buy some pids. The houses grew so close to each other I couldn't breathe properly. Looking at my back with prudence, we reached a better setting. Normal houses appeared as we walked and walked. The sight of the vehicle did not appear.

Suddenly, on my left appeared a high jungle filled with healthy vines one could go up without breaking them. The houses were afraid of the creatures, cautious all the time. Through another safe narrow road, we faced our left and reached the first gate of our home. My father moved forward to open the second gate and the third gate as I watched. I remembered I used to run on the other side when some creature was following me during the hazy fay and devious night of fireworks and dancing stars.

A monster appeared at the outer side of our first gate from the left, the other side of where we walked. I developed fear, but did not move. I looked at him as he destroyed the gate slowly. I ran as I saw the vehicle before the second gate. I started it without hesitation and drove past and crashed the second and third gate. I stopped in front of our home. It felt as if it was foreign and I was not welcome again. The oxyn were no longer existent. It was a usual day, uncle was visiting. I just knew. The afternoon was aghast.

I got out of the vehicle and hid over the left side before my home where plants and trees of all sorts were abundant. As I peer quietly, I saw another creature. I went to the second floor without actually going through the first floor and went to my sister's room. Its window was facing the vehicle below. By the screen fences lay a cropping field.

It was near night. It was repeating and it was happening the first time, overlapping. I was in fear, no one was after me anymore. I pierced hole through the thin wall below the window. I went through the bizarre roof and fell. The vehicle disappeared where I parked it. As the first gate was destroyed by my crashing, the clear sight of the night frightened me. The moon was so close and the stars were dancing. Another moon was eclipsing. The clouds quasi-covered them. I went out of the dead gate to my left where a narrow detour with luscious maroon plants were settling. I observed the cropping field through the screen fences. The farm was dark; on its right were shabby apartments.

Then I did not mind my existence. It was already morning. I moved to my right near the second gate and saw a dog peeing near the farm. I created a hole and entered. The dog grew enraged. I walked through the shabby apartments cautious enough to stay near beside the bushed with red flowers for covering. The house of the owner of the shabby apartments was expressing its beautiful garden no matter how grim the mid-morning was.

I felt that someone was following me like I used to on the other side. I ran over the main street, beings were cautious with killing intent. I liked it when I reach the old house on the right side, but this time it was distorted and appalling so I went back. Beings on their houses look at me with intentions I don't recognize and I moved back to going further. I ran through the usual zigzag of shabby apartments and went straight through the narrower and shabbier slums of a setting. The dogs were barking.

I observed the houses were dead. I saw a house where clothes were hanging exactly on its door, covering whatever yellow they were about to see. It was disappointing. Progressing, the houses grew bigger, the environment more endearing. I saw our new house with it, new furniture up front. The outer covering was scraped out. I sat through the bulging seating of the new house until I grew tired. Suddenly the place went more beautiful with a nature as the neighborhood along with other beings. I went out to go to a different direction. I saw the outer part of the narrowed streets as the descending road empty. I went down to see another road, vehicles swaying right and left.

I attempted to hitchhike, but decided to just go back as an extremely deadly catastrophe attacked. Waves of water overflowed on the road. I did not see any vehicles anymore and instead they were replaced by enormous logs. The greens suddenly appeared. The beings were riding the logs as they continued on to their usual business. I wanted to ride a log, but realized that I ought to go back to the narrower slums where the houses were dead.

Within the labyrinth, I rode a jeepney towards a parking, ordering me to walk. I managed to find the basketball court where the small men used to play. I entered the narrow alley again and ended up seeing the jungle. I grabbed a vine and went down.

I walked to the left to another narrow alley, faced my left and went home.

I did not repose, but it was morning. I changed my clothes to my highschool uniform. I asked my mother for money and she gave me half of what I wished she would. The gates were fixed and I went out. I was the first person to go out so I was tasked to unlock the gates. I took huge amount of my time. I couldn't put the keys in the lock. After several attempts with anger with me, I managed to unlock the second door, but it started raining.

I walked with youth as I opened my umbrella. The filthy restroom canal of the shabby apartments faces our garden. It was stinking and killing. There was something else, but I could not remember what I induced in my subconscious.

Walking towards the bakery, I saw a frictionless jeepney and went in it. It was already afternoon, but my destination was still my school. It stopped right through an intersection only to let me down. I wanted to hitchhike once again as it reached the night with me expecting some vehicle to let me it. The rain made the streets flood a little and wet. To my left was where the school resides; to my right was an alternative route to my home. I walked right.

As stepped on the wet sidestreet, the vehicle grew slower and slower. The poor streets replaced with greens. I saw the descending road, but right now I was at the bottom. The beings were alive, but were dead. As I reach the top, someone was following me.

I ran through the basketball court and the narrow alley. Then I went down to the high jungle. I entered the gate and locked it. The creature appeared once again.

It repeats itself.