Seventy Seven
As I slowly tried to tap the glass, I noticed my fingers. Nagsisimula nang mangimay ito at nagkukulay putla na. Hindi ko alam kung anong nangyayari pero ramdam ko na ang panghihina. Will they ever find me? At kung makita man nila ako, buhay pa kaya ako? Anong mangyayari kay Jackson? Kay Yal? I tried my hardest to calm myself down but as my hopes wither, I also felt my energy and strength being drained like it was being pulled out of my body. Alam ko iiyak ako pero wala namang lumalabas sa mga mata ko and it frustrated me even more. I feel so drain that I could not feel anything anymore. But still, I uttered the words. "H-help me." A tear rolled down my cheek as I tried to move my body but failed. I've never been kid or at least I don't have any memories of being one. My mom, never
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