Craving for Justice

PROLOGUE   In a small village of Sta. Villaduca people are living peacefully and contented in their simple life. Farming is the source of living of the villagers. Avi, a six years old girl is watching the beautiful view of golden rice field from the window of their small house. She grew up in this village and she really loves this place.  "Avi!" Someone called her from the outside.  When she looked down she saw her friends waiting for her. They are the daughters of their neighbors. All of them grew up in the same place that is why they are really close to each other.  "What is it?" the little girl asked curiously.  "Do you want to play with us?" the girl with a clip on hair asked. "Sure. What are we going to play?" she asked with a hint of excitement.  "Hide and seek," the girl answered.  "Sure! Just wait me there." Avi ran down on the wooden stairs and told to her mom

 CHAPTER 2 I headed to my room and wear my clothes. My body is trembling in fear as I am doing my things. I don't know why Tito Dante was watching me while I was taking a bath. But I know there is something wrong. I have to be careful all the time especially when he is around. I ran out of the house and jumped on a jeepney that would bring me to school. I want to confront him but there is something that hinders me, a fear maybe. I will tell this to my mom later. She needs to know this. I have to warn her. After my class I go home hoping that my mom is already in the house. The time I have been waiting for came. It's near twilight and Tito Dante is not around. I think this is a good opportunity to tell this to my mother. "Ma, can we talk?" I asked my mom who is busy putting out from the eco-bag some vegetables from the Market."Sure, about what?" She held the knife and started cutting the onions.I took a deep

CHAPTER 4 It was Thursday and the twilight made me feel empty. It's near evening again, the time when people deserve a rest from a tiring day. I hope I can rest as them too without demons playing inside my head. How I wish I could live a normal life like I used before. Every night, I have a fear to remain awake at the middle of the darkness. The silence pushes me to overthink more and more. I stared on myself in front of full length mirror. Tears started to run on my face as the rape scene appeared in my mind. I punched my head trying to forget it. I feel pity for myself as I am looking at my reflection. My visions travel around the room. This room seems like a room of Barbie doll. But sadly, the doll here is not a Princess but a slave, a slave of her own fear and horrific past. My life before wasn't comfortable as this. But at least I was not living in fear. I can eat and enjoyed my foods. I can sleep at night in peace and not as this.

Chapter 6 "Ma, please don't do this," I begged kneeling in her front. "Avi, you're too young. You cannot be a mother at that age. This is for you, okay?" She smiled out of herself. This is not my mom. She's definitely other person possessed by a demon. "Mom, look at me! I'm your daughter. Please wake up! You're loving a monster. He should be throw in jail." "No, Avi. We will not do that, okay? You will not do that!" She yelled and looked on the sorroundings like a crazy woman. I tried to escape but I was caught by the demon and took me back to the stock room. They locked me there... hopeless. Sometimes love is not good for a person specially if you become obsess. And that is what my mother experienci

Chapter 8   I stared on the City Police Headquarters. Thinking if I will confess or not. My grip on the sling of my shoulder bag tightened when I remembered the rape. I shut my eyes tightly trying to forget that. If I will confess now, I know they will help me. But are they going to believe my testimony? The jeep started to move that made me stop from doing it. I want to confess but fear is hindering me.   Wherever I am I always thinks that someone is watching me. One wrong move is equal to death. I arrived late in the first period of my class because of the traffic that I usually experienced every trip. I sat on my chair and put out my pen and notebook. I draw a cyclone repeatedly. I did not stop until the first page broke. The teacher came but I did not mind her. They started to roll call for the attendance but my attention wasn't there.   "Ms. Zarme