I stood in front of this grave like this before. There was no one who came to offer condolences or send off my mother beside me. In an old black dress, under the rain, I watched over the grave day and night, unmoving. As if consoling my mother that even though I am the only person who sends her off, my sincerity could make it up for her.The skies might have sensed my emotions. Dark clouds gathered and heavy rain poured.Under the pouring rain, I smiled wretchedly, trying to lighten up my trembling voice as I bid her farewell. "Mother...the skies are even mourning for you. It must be heaven's last pity."My tears continued to fall. I am glad for this rain as it could cover my tears. My mother won't be able to see it."Life is truly difficult for us, huh? You may rest first. Don't worry, I'll come to you soon."My motivation, my goal, my life...all seemed hopeless. The darkness had caught up to me. Swallowing me whole.At that moment, my whole world collapsed.What's the use of endu

Ella Jane ZabalShe was the same age as me and she stood as that man's daughter over the years. My father married her mother right after the divorce and they become a family onwards.In the eyes of others, she was a sweet and well-mannered girl. She was admired and liked by others. She has a sweet tongue and swims like a fish in society. I wouldn't call her smart, but she was too scheming that she knows how to play with people's hearts. She had a good reputation and many fans in school causing my father to like her even more even though she was not his biological child.At first, I suspected that Ella was a child of my father out of wedlock. Because that man favor and treated Ella better than me- his biological child. On that day when I first came to him, although we fought and argued in our first meeting, the man still accepted my enrollment and shouldered all the expenses for my studies. Still, I rejected his offer to live with him. We fought in our first meeting. And after conver

My mother's eyes were dark. I could feel from her trembling hand her raging anger. But she stood calmly without raising her voice. Her voice was firm and intimidating. "I ruined someone's family? Is that what your director told you? Ha. If it is just me, I can let this slide because I don't want any more trouble. But it's a different story when you mess with my daughter."My mother took a deep breath while trying her best to calm her anger. "Tell your director that the deal is off. There's no way I would let my daughter attend this disgusting school any longer. And I would make sure the truth comes out until I die. If they won't let my daughter and I have a peaceful life, then I would not make it peaceful for them either!"Screw this horrendous school!" It was my first time I heard my mother curse. Although her last word was vulgar, her weak but straightened back showed her origin. A sophisticated and refined lady from a once renowned family. She was pale due to poor health. But th

...I don't know how many times was it....or how many hours I have been here. A day must have already passed. After they beat me up until I fainted, I would wake up with cold water splashed over me. Then another round of beating came up.Amidst the beating, I heard one of the men spoke to Ella. "When can we touch her? She might end up dying without us having a taste of her.""Not yet. I want to see her broken spirit. But this is getting too boring. Let's stop for today. Locked her up. If beating her won't do then we will do as what you said.""Alright." The gangster cheered. I could not help but shudder at the upcoming doom. I really hoped that this would end. Or I might end up dying. But my pride and the suffering that my mother and I have gone through won't let me accept such humiliation.I won't beg. Never.Before I lose consciousness, I thought of my mother in the house. Has she eaten yet? She can't walk straight yet. What if she fell down? How long has it been since I was gone

My tears fell as I recalled the memories I sealed.I felt like I was suffocating, drowning in those dark memories condensed with deep emotions I had never had before.The anger, hatred, helplessness, and fear were all coming back to me, overwhelming me at once.How could I continue living while carrying this tremendous hatred?How could I spend a day while my heart was immensely mournful?Ever since that day, a hole in my heart appeared.My mother died two hours before I found her. If I have just come out sooner...If I was by her side at that time, I could have saved her. She would not die terribly like that.My poor mother...I could not imagine what her last moment was like.In that small and dark place...she was all alone...How scared she must have been?Did she call out to me or to anyone, yet no one answered? Did she try to stand up and looked for me when I haven't returned for more than a day and fall miserably? Did she reach out her hands yet no one was there to hold her?My d