CHAPTER FOUR: Save Me

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"Everything happens for a reason."

Lilie

I enjoy the environment and the air that blows into my body causing my hair to swell as well.

I held the flowers I could see and passed them on my palms. I just smiled because this feeling is soothing.

There was a woman behind me and even behind her, I knew who she was. I walked closer to her until my pace turned quickly and when I got close to her, she unexpectedly disappeared like a bubble.

I wakened because of my dream. I was alarmed and looked around the four corners of my room and wondered if she was there. I just shut down my eyes and let my tears flow at the same time I smiled painfully.

It's just a dream.

With each passing day, I feel like I don't want to wake up. Because in my dream, I was with my Mom but when I woke up she was gone, back to normal again. Each day I feel more and more alone in life.

Dreaming is better than reality.

Every day that opens up to me I am lazy to everyone. Lazy to get up, eat, to everyone. This is how it feels when you lose a loved one. You are inactive in everything as well as living laziness as well.

But, sometimes we just have to accept in life that there is a departure and there is also a return. Some will make us happy and some will make us very sad. Some people come into our lives to leave a lesson. That's a reality we have to face right now.

I got up and cleaned my bed. I looked at the clock, it was only six o'clock in the morning when I arrived at eight o'clock at my university. So I just rested deeply and did what needed to be done.

After I took a bath and got dressed, I went downstairs and prepared what I was going to eat. I only ate bread and did not eat breakfast because I was lazy.

As I was arranging my belongings in the bag another memory came back to me, they are slowly destroying me. When I go out, I have all my belongings ready, even though it was seven in the morning. After I fixed everything I locked our door and check thoroughly, then left.

Another day I have to handle and get through.

...

When I arrived in the classroom, all my classmates were looking at me so I just let them go. Maybe they are innovating with me now. Every time I come in, I immediately smile. But it's different now, my eyes are wide open and swollen. I just sat down and picked up the earphones and suddenly the song familiar to me rang.

Would you know my name

If I saw you in heaven?

Would it be the same

If I saw you in heaven?

Mom if we see each other in heaven, you will remember me or it's still the same?

I read some articles about those people who are not here in this world. Because the people who have passed away do not know what is happening to the loved ones that they left behind in this world. They can no longer remember, they can no longer remember us.

So maybe many people are telling us, to cherish every moment with our loved ones, because one day it will never happen again. No matter how much you cry or beg, they will never come back to us.

Whatever else you do, even if you kneel, even if you cry blood. They can no longer live. They will never be home again.

I stopped listening because our professor in Filipino just arrived on time, she greeted us first before going straight to our lesson this morning.

"Today I will ask you something before we start the next lesson," said Maam Sanchez so we all fell silent. I looked at my classmates with serious faces now.

"What is more difficult for you, to forgive or to forget?" And when Ma'am asked that kind of question, some of us made a noise so she calmed us down and I watched Villegas stand up.

"Ma'am, for me it is hard to forgive ... because no matter how big the sin of the person you love is, you still can't forgive him right away. That's it!" She shouted once and did a peace sign.

So some of my classmates shouted. Others responded similarly. When I noticed that I was the only one who did not answer, I raised my hand.

"Ma'am, for me the hardest thing to do is to forget. Yes, we have forgiven them but we will never forget why and how they hurt us. No matter how much or how little a person has sinned against us ma'am, we have forgiven them but we will never forget the pain they gave to us, "I said in a serious answer causing everyone to be quiet.

...

It was eight o'clock in the evening when I got out of our University. I even went to the library to finish the research and assignments that are assigned to us. I will be graduating from college in a few months.

When I got out there was no car passing by. Even though I can just walk in our subdivision, I prefer to ride a tricycle because I feel tired.

It took me a few more minutes but nothing really came, so I decided to just walk and I did. As I was walking I felt someone following me so I accelerated my walk even more.

I can already feel my heart beating faster. Sweat is already forming on my forehead, my body is also getting cold. I was even more nervous because the part I was going to pass was dark and foggy.

I calmed myself first before running but someone suddenly flicked my arm and someone pointed at me something cold. Son of a! Do not say ---

"Once you shout. I'll blow your head off," he whispered to me, I was about to speak but I felt him hit me on the head with the gun he was holding. So I felt very dizzy and blood flowed down my cheek.

My knees were shaking as he pulled my hair and carried me somewhere. I just realized he was laying me on the grass.

My lips quivered when I said, "Sir, I'm beginning to you. Please let me go."

I just screamed when he suddenly tore my underwear so I kicked him in the middle loudly. I felt his grip on me loosen.

So I took the opportunity to escape. I crawled to the ground but I cried again when he pulled my hair and faced him.

I could not breathe when he suddenly strangled me very tightly. So I resisted and scratched his face. I did everything I could to keep him away from succeeding in what he was planning for me.

"You bitch, you're still fighting!" he shouted at the same time punching me in the stomach causing me to faint.

I cried out in pain and cried when he suddenly entered his shaft. I still want to fight but my body no longer has the strength. And he did the thing I would bury for the rest of my life.

When he had finished what he had done, he stood up and smirked devilish. "Thank you for tonight, Miss," he said and pulled out the gun he was holding and pointed it at me.

I hugged myself and begged to look at him. I shook my head as a signal that he would not do what he was planning to do. I just cried and he just smiled at me.

"Maybe, you better just keep quiet."

I grunted when he shot me in the side so I was held because of the severity of the pain. I hugged my body even more even though it was full of blood.

I just cried over what was happening to me. Do I deserve this? I do not know what sin I committed to making the world do this to me. I do not know what I did to make this happen to me.

Even though I was so weak I tried to get up. I feel pain, so much pain. I also have difficulty breathing, at any time I can fall but I can't, I still have to live.

It was hard for me to walk but I built myself up and fought in case someone saw me. I finally fell to the ground when I was dazzled by the light that hit my face.

I felt someone approach me. Because of the blurring of my vision, I could not see his face.

Even before the darkness swallowed me up. I uttered a word I never thought I would mention in my whole life.

"Save me, please ..."

...

Someone POV

"Once we launched that kind of product, do you think everyone will buy it? I mean, all of us are dreaming to be one of those stars in the industry of acting or modeling. But, what if everyone can't afford that kind of product because of the price?" I asked one of my clients but he didn't answer my question.

"The artists, Mr. Montiero. They will be the ones who bought it," he said and smiled at me.

My eyebrows lifted and my blood boiled as he explained to me. "What about normal people like us who like our product, what will you do? What if they like that product?"

To my second question, he did not answer. I could see how his hand was shaking and he looked at me straight.

"I do not know what to do, Mr. Montiero."

"Why don't you know ?! You should know because you planned it so well!" I shouted so it bowed.

I shouted again so it looked at me. "The last question ..." I took a deep breath before continuing what I was about to say. "Will your plan work? I know my company also depends on it."

So he shook his head and replied, "I don't know either, Sir."

So I smiled and stared at him because of his answer. The truth also came out that he was not sure about his proposal to me.

"Meeting adjourned," I said in a raw voice and went out first.

I was indignant at the anger I was feeling. Imagine, I was given him a week off and then, he was not even properly prepared for it.

I looked behind me when someone spoke, I looked at Mr. Santiago, he approached me and shook our hands.

"I want to invest," he said so I grinned at him.

"What is it, Mr. Santiago?"

"It's nothing but who." So I glared at him and frowned completely. I already know who he is referring to.

His daughter wanted to marry me but I did not want to so I turned away. Rude if rude, this is me when I don't want the proposal that they are offering to me.

"Mr. Montiero, why don't you want to marry my daughter? You are only ten years apart from each other."

So I turned angrily to him. "Because I don't interested and love your daughter! So stop your fucking nonsense investment!" I shouted angrily and turned away.

I angrily left the company. As I was driving I could still feel the anger I was feeling right now, so I took a deep breath to calm myself.

I accelerated the speed of my car because it was dark where I was going and the thunder starts roaring in the sky. Maybe later I will be distracted and it will be hard for me to go home early if it is immediate rain.

I was just breaking when suddenly a woman appeared in the middle of the road. So I went down and looked at her. When I saw her appearance, I thought I had calmed down but my anger only intensified because of what I saw.

So I approached her and knelt. The woman's face was bloody, bruised and most of all her clothes were torn. I turned even paler when I saw too much blood on her side.

So I immediately took off my coat and check her wrist. I just breathed a sigh of relief that she still had a pulse. I looked at her face because I could hear her muttering a word.

"Save me, please ..."

So I picked her up quickly and I felt I was shaking not out of fear but out of anger. I wiped the blood off her face and immediately called the person I could trust at this time.

"Elise ..."