"What nonsense is that?" I couldn't help but sigh at the man in front of me, causing the few people there to look slightly at us.
"The terms and conditions are in this envelope. You'll have your signature here, just like what our EIC told us. We will provide the contract–" "I won't sign that." The man just shrugged. He even managed to swallow the food in front of him. This will be a hard drive. All my patience was exhausted in the nooks and crannies of this man's personality. I took a deep breath — over and over, before turning into the man. "What do you want? You clearly told my boss that you are already accepting the offer, but you will not sign this 'contract'? How low can you go, Mr. Carter? This is just unprofessional!" He folded his hands and laid them on the table before looking at me. "How low can I go. . . Avery, how low can I go for you?" I froze in my place, I didn't evenI was struck Ma’am Cassandra’s voice rose the next morning when I went to BSE. She’s been screaming for a while now but my eyes are just blank. I still can’t imagine how it’s possible to deal with Cormac today. “I really don’t get Gelo. Yesterday, we were just talking about plan. They are okay with the schedule. But now they’ll suddenly cancel it?! Those people really don’t have a word to say.” Her mouth does not stop. She must be really annoyed that the team won’t whip us today. Since there is already a contract, the process is continuous. After the interview, there will be a meeting for the shooting of the documentary, discussing all the points, reminders, etc. I have already made a report about what I found out earlier, and I have passed it on to them. It will be easy for scriptwriters to fix everything. It won’t be long for maybe a month or two before
“Macky!” I quickly chased the man in front. He turned slightly away from our distance, but that wasn’t enough for me to see his face completely. The light was so dazzling that I didn’t know where it probably came from. “Hey, what! This is exhausting! Wait for me, oh!” I never stopped running, even though I had tripped a few times and almost dropped on the road. I felt a lot of headaches but I didn’t take it. I was determined to chase the man; I was determined to catch up with him. “What are you doing?” He quickly mimicked when the two of us were face to face. I can’t see his face. . . It was dim and dazzling, but I heard in his voice how annoyed he was. “Here. . . it’s yours! ” I don’t understand, but I gave him a picture. I don’t know and I can’t see it properly b
Jac Taylor’s point of view I smiled when I saw that message from Avery. She’s back to being tender, even though we fought a few times about the project she was doing with Cormac. That guy. . . how long will he harass my sister? It’s been two hours since I received the message but only now that I can reply to it. I’ve been very busy at my office and I missed the cellphone at home. I got home by lunch for Jacques and will just continue working at home as usual. Jacques studies in the morning, so that’s the time I chose for work. That way I can pick him and go home at the same time. This child. . . he’s my everything. Even though there are things I didn’t get and overcome before, I’m glad I have Jacques. I am no longer looking for anything else and I am grateful for what I have now. “Dad, where’s Tita Ry?” I
Jac Taylor’s point of view “Good day! This is C.C Cars— ” “Connect this call to Cormac Carter now.” I said sharply to the woman who answered the call. She was obviously suppressed, but I ignored it. I am determined by what I do. If I can’t reach Avery, I’ll direct what to say to him. It’s been an hour since I left my parents ’house. In a matter of minutes, I will reach Avery’s place. I just wish I wasn’t too late. I don’t know why until now. Avery’s phone still couldn’t be contacted. If before it was just continuous ringing, now it is actually closed. “He’s not here—” “Just connect this fucking call to his mobile. I’m Avery’s sister, and she’s with him. I have to go to them! ” I don’t even know what
Back to Avery Taylor’s point of view “You don’t need to worry about the place. I know the owner. Our room is next to each other and I’ll give you my keycard in case something happened— ” “Come on, come on.” I confronted the man. He just kept walking until we got to the H&H Hotel. He seems to be organized about his plan while I have to find the reason we are here in the very place where I grew up. I trust this jerk. Even though he is a stone man, I have already proven that he will not betray me, push me to do bad things. He’s good, but sometimes I just want to crush his face. “Can you please explain to me first what is happening and what we are doing here? I work for a company. I need to report all my actions to them and I also have a family that worries about me. ” I continued. It was even a bit amplified, so I got the attention of the few
January 2, 2005Third person’s point of viewTwelve-year-old Avery smirked when she finally made it out of the classroom. Going home as usual, she will go straight to Macmac’s classroom.They have been like this for almost a year now—she who always tails the man and Macmac who always stumbles over that thing has always been their situation.Avery doesn’t seem to mind it. For her, that is more challenging. For the rest of her life, she would laugh at the man’s nervousness every time he saw her approaching.“What is a grade seven student doing here?” said Jac, when he saw his sister who was constantly wandering on the floor of grade ten students like him.He already knew his sister’s intentions. He quickly turned to Cormac, who was still busy copying what was written on the board there. Their teacher did not attend the last subject, but still left a lot of work to do.
Avery Taylor’s point of viewThe next time I opened my eyes, I felt my surroundings completely changed.I can see the same faces but it’s different to feel that their smiles will be reflected on their faces again.Maybe they just don’t have everything, but they differ from me. I could feel my life. . . breaking into pieces — again and again. That life that I was forced to build and fix after that accident, fifteen years ago, I felt that I have to fix it again now.Is that all I need to pick up my fragmented self-identity?I already remember everything. . . Finally, I got what I used to pray to the Lord. If it had been a little earlier, maybe now. I was jumping for joy, but it really felt different.I became scared to know the truth and I can’t afford to be happy now.Cormac. . .I knew there was something in him. So maybe that’s just how I struggle to get to know it and
“Dissociative amnesia. . . ” My left hand landed on my mouth when I heard the doctor say that. I stayed in the hospital for three days. Then, because of my perseverance, my mom agreed to continue the observation and treatment at home.After that night, I never saw Cormac again. I still haven’t received a call from Ma’am Cassandra.But that won’t be the end of me. I know I still have a lot to do, so I prefer to keep going.After three days, I was exposed to the world again. I went to my friend Yohan to tell the truth. He’s the only doctor I can trust. I told him about it on the call earlier, before I went to his condo.“Are you saying your memory has returned?”I rudely dropped my hands on its table, causing the man to roll his eyes, seeing how bad my temper is. “Just go directly to the point. If I have to undergo tests, that’s fine. I just want to be sure, Yohan. I w
The AFA 2020, or the Antonio Facundo Awards, is a competition for journalists like me. It is also usually open to writers and directors. Unlike usual, here we take a subject, someone who is very popular with people. . . we published to viewers how that person’s life was. We know the life of whoever is chosen just to win. But after all those struggles on getting the right person for the documentary, I imprinted in my mind that I would be the winner. I promised I would do everything for the documentary, especially now that I have something I want to prove to the public. That I am more than the murderer’s daughter they once called. “Avery!” I confronted the woman who called me.. It was Ma’am Cassandra, running her way to me. This boss of mine nearly cried because she said she missed me so much. “The gem of the documentary!” It was as if this was
The court found my father's case guilty. Aside from his confession about what he did, the watch was still there, and some evidence had already come out after murdering Jandro. That was the hardest and the most painful decision of all — opening your eyes to each of those hearings. My father will spend twelve years in prison and mommy can't stand the truth. To help her feel at ease, Kuya Jac and I took her abroad. The public had criticize our family hard that we can’t even chew our food. My older brother was left in the Philippines to continue what dad left in the company. I knew it would never be an easy fight for kuya because the incident affected the state of the company and the people there. Almost everyone left, and it was like we were back to the beginning. Although I don't want to leave Kuya Jac there, I know it woul
“Avery? Dad!”For a few minutes no one spoke, even though the three of us were already in that room. Even though I was just looking at Kuya Jac and daddy, my heart was full of speculations.I can not believe what’s happening. I can’t. . . and will never accept these.In what ways was daddy involved in the murder of Cormac’s parents fifteen years ago?“Avery. . . ”“Please don’t act like this,” I said bluntly. “Please tell me I am imagining things!”Kuya Jac was the one I tried to face this time. Frustration was clear on his face. Fear of what I might say, do, and think. “What is this? Is this what you are hiding from me?”The words tangled at the tip of my tongue. I can’t seem to mutter a word.“Kuya, Daddy, what’s this? Why is it like this? How did it happen?!”I must be dreaming! My daddy w
“I’m going home,” I announced to the man when I talk to him for breakfast.A few minutes after I read that text, the man just left the room. He doesn’t know what I had just found out and whatever I was thinking.He was shocked when he faced me. “What? Wait, Av, why?” Cormac asked.I was still drowning in my thoughts, especially since the truth had suddenly been thrown at me.What did that really mean, then? What about the watch? What if my daddy had such a watch then? Did they already know about the identity of the murderer’s ally?How about my brother? Is he suspicious of our father as well? Why do they have to hide that thing from me?Dad.I have to go to my father.“Avery?”“I have to do something. . . at–at work,” I replied. Take care of whatever else he might think.How did they keep this matter a secret from me? Wh
“Of course,” I said reluctantly and then explicitly messed up my hair. “Of course, you don’t really have anything to look for! What an excuse.” After a few minutes of waiting for what the man would say after arriving in Batangas, I just gave up. This is frustrating! I still thought there would be something, and I would know today. “Cormac!” The man frowned when he turned to me. “Come on, Av. My legs are tired. We have a lot to go to on the first day of our itinerary. Av, you need to walk faster.” Itinerary? I was already left behind. Apparently I preferred to rebel, and I didn’t follow what Cormac was saying. I will never move here until it tells me what Kuya Jac and I are hiding from me. Even if night or darkness overtakes me here, I swear to all god
Two months passed so quickly. Happiness for Cormac and I had continued. That’s exactly what I was worrying about. . . everything seems falling into its proper places. Cormac laughs often, as if he never thought of his parents again. I would definitely say that I’m happy for him.a happiness I can’t hope for anything as I feel a happiness in my heart that I see him laughing, taking time to talk to my parents. There will be days they’ll go out for dinner or lunch, even if Kuya Jac didn’t invite us at all. I love that thing, because from the very beginning, I wanted Cormac to really find a new family—a family that will love and care for him. My mom and dad are the best parents of all time. They love Cormac as their son as well. I’m happy with that thing, but what I just can’t quite figure out right now is why I hear
I have questioned life several times before. Life is unfair. . . I would say that. I don’t know the reasons that your trials have to happen, your difficulties. When I self-pity, I think I am the most oppressed in the world. I always thought there was no hope — nothing would ever change that. Yes, I suffered a lot too. How many times have I wanted to give up on life? Losing my own memories is not as easy as what people think. There are tons of frustration I face every morning I wake up, hoping maybe the next time I’ll wake up remembering all of it. But when I found out all that Cormac had been through, how could the man resist just to get to where he is now? I couldn’t imagine the experiences — I was suddenly embarrassed to complain. I stood up as Cormac violently ran away. I immediately called him out, but the man ignored it. It runs even faster. “Cormac!” 
The next morning, I almost turned the house upside down without being able to fumble with the sketch I had watched last night. When Ma’am Cassandra and I finished talking, she told me not to go to the company first because she would take care of it and I should go straight to my parents’ house to stay there first. When I arrived, Kuya had already left, and they had already discussed that I will stay with my parents the whole night. Drowsiness did not immediately visit me, so I distracted myself by drawing. That sketch is exactly the person I see myself in mind. I’ve searched my room, it’s not in the kitchen nor in the living room. I should go by now. I couldn’t go to the office last night so I told myself I was going after having breakfast today. But without that sketch, I don’t know how I will probably deal with Cormac, as
Life can be cruel to us every time. Sometimes we think nothing good is going to happen—that’s where we go wrong. That we are waking up each day, that we are surviving, we can be the happiest person in the world. Waking up is a chance, to make a difference, to do what we want to do. . . to love ourselves and to be true. The first day I opened my eyes with no memories at all, I felt like my life had stopped as well. It was as if I was dead, but I can still feel the pain in my heart. The first day, I couldn’t answer questions about myself. It was like I was being gradually killed. The moment they ask me about my name and I can’t answer. When I woke up, I could no longer remember the people who had been waiting for me to wake up. It was beyond the pain and frustration. One day became a month. . . years. One year t