My voice echoed in every corner of the mansion. There were no other people except a few maids that were almost done cleaning up the mess from the party and some bodyguards. My mom immediately slapped me, “when did you even learn to say such things?!” She was fuming mad. I felt like my face went numb because of what she did but I endured it – I endured a bunch of things from her, this is just a small thing. And the numbness I am feeling right now is the same numbness I was feeling even before and I’ve only realized it now. I have the courage to stand in front of them and shout at them, maybe because of the alcohol or maybe because I’ve kept it for so long that it just piled up. And things that are piled up, like a volcano – would just erupt. You never know when, it would just all come out when it found a way out. I rolled my eyes, which made my mom even agitated. “What? You’re going to hit me again? Why don’t you start whipping me here for your damn discipline?!” I smirked at her. I
I told myself that somehow, I could manage all of the things on my own. I believe I could carry it all by myself – because I have no one beside me. No matter how much Patricia made me feel that I am not alone, I always end up thinking that I am. That I am just a burden for her, that sharing my misery with her is selfishness. Mang Felicito shot my mom. It was the start of a very long night for all of us at that house. The start of my never ending blame to myself. No matter how much I think about it, I always end up thinking it’s all my fault. “Hush.” Chris and I were laying down on the bed. I couldn’t sleep after dreaming about that night and so he told me that he would stay with me and hush me down until I am able to sleep. It’s past 11 in the evening, we’re somewhere near a restaurant in a rented parking space. Never have I ever felt at peace and safe in someone’s arm. It was different from whenever Patricia is trying to calm me. “If you knew me already, why did you ask for my
Most of the time I question God if He really exists. My family goes to church at least once a month – depending on what Sunday schedule my father wanted us to be at. I was introduced to a religion who worship one God – the mighty creator, the mighty being – who created everything in this world. Even though I tried to strengthen my faith and believe that He exists – there are so many times in my life that when I am in a very hard situation, I ask Him. I wanted Him to answer me and tell me why He let those things happen to me. I wanted to ask him if he created suffering as well and why do we have to experience such things just for the sake of Him. I wanna argue with Chris more but he has an answer to everything that I am saying. So I just gave up and shut my mouth. He was so optimistic. “Isn’t this a tourist destination?” We’re walking around, enjoying the place that was ours alone for the meantime. How can something be beautifully ruined? Chris was right when he said that no matter
I always picture my death as something beautiful. It was the time where I would be at peace, the time where I would be able to get away from all the suffering that I’ve experienced in the world. As beautiful as a wide garden filled with different flowers, butterflies flying around, a welcoming soft breeze. It would be as wonderful as the sunset, as mesmerizing as the sunrise. The water was cold and true to what I’ve thought a while ago, it was really deep. I don’t know how long it has been since I jumped but I still haven’t reached the sea floor. The coldness isn’t a new feeling for I have felt cold embracing me since then. I could taste the salt water, bubbles above me – coming from my mouth, breathing halted. I could feel the death that I am wishing for. The first few months weren’t that hard. Patricia offered me to stay with her in her own residence at Cinderella but I refused – not wanting her to be caught up in a mess with my father. And so she helped me find a place to stay.
Somehow somewhere, it’s wonderful to see something more than chaos. More than everything, this moment is something I did not expect. And to meet this man who claims that we know each other from childhood was unexpected. The warmth that he is giving me was intense, I couldn’t think straight anymore like when I was drunk. I know what I am doing, I know what we’re doing but I cannot stop myself because I am too drawn with the situation. All I wanted was to feel the sensation of having his lips next to mine. I want to feel the peace that he is trying to give me and I think – stupidly – that it will be channeled through this. Stupid as it may seem but people does something stupid for their gain. Even did the weirdest things. I wanted his hands to travel all over my body to feel the warmth of his hands against my skin. To feel and understand how I am loved even though I have scars, I wanted him to see how physically unsightly I am. I could feel the hard ground on my back as he laid me
It has been almost a year. I promised myself that I won’t ever come back to Ariel. It was a so-called home for me because it is the City where I was born, the place where I was raised. It was the only place I know where I have a family because since my birth, I’ve never got to know any other City of province outside Ariel. After being away for almost a year, nothing has changed much in this place. From the smell of a usual City, the towering buildings, infrastractures, billboards of my father and his political group, the industries. The economy of Ariel keeps growing and growing just like before. But it was ironic how the streets were still the same – home of many homeless. “I’m sorry if we have to go here,” Chris apologizes. It was late when I realized that Maure’s address was at Ariel, I did not give any attention to that detail because I don’t want to talk about Ariel anymore – no matter how much I missed it. It still brings a pain in my heart and tears to my eyes. I wanted to
All it took for my mother to die was one gunshot. One bullet, pierced straight to her heart. Maure trembled in fear, even I couldn’t move from what we heard – a gunshot. It was really loud and we’re implying that it was shot from here – inside the house. Maure started crying, she’s in panic and so am I. Her tight hold from me was loose, making me sit on the floor of the bathroom and feel like there’s blood on my hands. Just as when Maure decided to open the door and see what’s happening at the dining, we heard another gunshot. And another. I couldn’t take it anymore. I feel like whining. My heart was beating so fast. Although Maure was in fear, she kept on convincing me to leave – looking at the door and checking the window in the bathroom if we could use it to go outside as soon as we could. I couldn’t move. I was hugging my knees, feeling the cold floor of the bathroom as I sat on it. I wanted to move and get out of this place. Why am I getting this unwelcoming feeling at
Chris asked me to get inside the camper van with Selene and Maure. He probably knows that I am not that good of a driver and we have to rush to the hospital. They were all bloody – him and Selene. But Selene is not in her consciousness and there’s blood coming out from her head. I could see no bullet and we did not hear another gunshot so I am assuming that he just knocked her out. Something must have happened inside between Selene and Chris, maybe they've fought but who knows. Chris is still not talking about it and we're all quiet inside the camper van while he is driving. He just asked us if both Maure and I were fine, if his definition of fine is not wounded like him and has consciousness, both Maure and I passed the criteria. “We’re fine, what happened inside?” Instead of answering now he just said we’ll all talk about it together later. Both Maure and I were stunned when we saw Chris rushing outside the house. Chris put Selene on the bed, Maure did not even move an inch from w