I Command You

Tears and sweat are mixed all over my face. My feet hurt. I'm tired of running. The heavy downpour, accompanied by thunder and lightning, didn't help either. I had a hard time running. My feet sank into the soft ground. Every step I take is torture. My fancy clothes are in tatters. Its color has also changed. The previous pink color had become brown because of the mud that stuck to my clothes. I hardly recognize myself anymore.'God, please help me' That's what I keep saying in my mind. I never thought that the joyous celebration of my twentieth birthday would lead to me running away from my parents.Why did I end up in this situation?It started when I accidentally overheard my parents' conversation on the balcony of our mansion. According to them, our business has been failing for a long time. The little land we have with the Aguirres is the only thing that sustains us. That's why we can still eat every day and pay the house bills.As a solution to the problem, they took a loan fro

I'm still in a sad mood as I fix the grave I dug for my precious hair. I'm looking for a good place. After a few minutes,I saw a mango tree near the camp. That's where I decided to bury my hair. I don't care if my hands are dirty from digging. I feel like I'm shocked by what happened when he cut my hair. I was really numb. I never thought this would happen to me. That I will experience it right now. "Stop it. All the trainees have been called to go to their own beds to rest" said a voice from behind me. I didn't look at him. I'm digging while my eyes are still filled with tears. "I know for others it's just a superficial reason why you're crying because they cut your hair. Trust me. I understand you" I frowned. Does he understand my feelings? Is he serious? I faced him. I frowned even more when I saw his appearance. He is a man. His hair is clean and well cut. Typically found in military campsites. "You understand how I feel?" I asked in disbelief. Still can't believe a man can u

I tossed and turned in my bed. I can't sleep because I'm not used to my bed not being soft. Their mattress is very thin here. Everyone even sleeps together. The boys' room is separate from the girls'. Each room has a number to which group you belong. And unfortunately. My groupmate is Rhodora. I don't really bother about her, but she is very annoying in my eyes. I don't fight with her, but she looks at me, as if she wants to stab me with a knife because she's so annoyed with me. Oh my! Whatever!Good thing now, Rhodora is not here in the room. I don't know where she went. I am not her mother to watch over her for twenty-four hours.I lay down and looked up. I was even more disappointed because I couldn't see the ceiling but the bottom of the bed. Who made this bedframe? Double deck. I'm under the bed. Am I really that unlucky? I was raised a princess and then this is my only bed in the camp? Apart from the foam being hard, there are still a lot of mosquitoes! And the place is so hot!

"Miss Orenciana?"I looked at the owner of that voice. I bumped into not an object but a person. Not just an ordinary person. It's Apollo Madrid! The Camp Commander! Or maybe my eyes are just deceiving me.I was too irritated with him earlier so I hallucinated that he was there in front of me. I laughed softly. That stinky alcohol hit me differently. I see many impossible things.I pointed at him with my index finger. I open and close my eyes so that I don't fall asleep suddenly."You know, you look like Apollo Madrid,the tiger! You look like an identical twin because you look exactly his face", I said in a drunken voice."Miss Orenciana, are you drunk?" Apollo frowned when he asked me. I laughed even more."A-awesome! Even your voices are similar to his! I have memorized his voice..when I hear him, my whole being immediately gets irritated with him! You know that? He is the one I hate here in the camp. In addition to his bad attitude, his breath also stinks," I told the Apollo Madrid

I looked for nothing while we ate in the camp canteen. I feel like my mind is floating on a cloud. Until now, I didn't think that Commander Apollo would seriously consider adding more time to my squatting. He wasn't kidding when he said I had to squat for three more hours! He felt pity for me so he didn't include the two hours. So here I am now, floating in the clouds. "Beau" Pocholo's called my attention. But I didn't look at him. I don't have the energy to even talk right now. "Beau," he called again. "Why? You keep calling me. My ears can't bear it." I answered, irritated. Does he not understand? If I don't answer, it means don't call me again. It's just common sense. He hasn't used his. "Did you sleep well? How many hours did you sleep?" He asked worriedly. I looked at him. I can already imagine my black circle around my eyes. My eyebags just have enough to fight because they