Even though I refused his offer, he still drove me home. And before leaving after picking me up, he gave me his calling card in case I changed my mind and needed help. I nodded, thinking that maybe I would need help someday and it's better to have someone to turn to.I accepted the calling card and tucked it into my pants before getting out of his car. But before I could leave, he said something that stuck in my mind. He said, "Sometimes, running away from your problems is not that bad. It is a way of escaping from this cruel reality. And escaping means freedom. And there's nothing wrong with chasing your freedom. Hope you remember that." Those were the last words he said that left me thinking.Now, I'm standing outside my house, unable to take the final step to the door. It's been a few minutes since he left, but I'm still stuck in place, lost in thought. He was right, chasing freedom and escaping from your problems isn't always bad. But being a coward sometimes isn't that bad either

"N-no..." I blinked my tears away, "N-no.. this cannot be!" Those words became whispers because of the pain and grief that I felt."No! It's impossible!" I shouted hysterically while tears poured down my cheeks. "It's impossible!"At that moment, I lost myself. I was like a broken robot repeatedly saying the words "It's impossible," while my eyes kept crying, and my heart kept on sobbing.And at that time, I felt like I died a hundred times. It kills me. It pains me. It's making me die.When I felt someone touch my shoulder, I became more hysterical. I struggled, as if I were crazy, and pushed away the hands that attempted to hold me."Marra, calm down," I heard the doctor say, but I didn't listen; instead, I struggled harder."Marra—" Storm was unable to finish what he wanted to say because I violently pushed away his hand that tried to hold me, causing him to step back."Marra!" he shouted in anger, but instead of being scared, I screamed even louder while crying incessantly."Marra

"SIT."Instead of answering my question, those were the words he said, making me go "Ha?" and caught me off guard."I said you should sit first before I answer your question. It's not good for pregnant women to stand for too long," he replied to my question while pointing to the chair in front of him.I went "ahh" before nodding. That's all there is to it, I thought it was something else.I headed towards the chair he pointed at. And when I reached it, I wasted no time and sat down."So.. what now?" I asked while tapping the thick and hard wood desk using my fingers, creating a sound.He grimaced as if he was annoyed with something, "Ahmm.. would you stop that?" he asked.I furrowed my brow in confusion, "Stop what?""The tapping on the desk," he answered my question and even mimicked it. Obviously, he was imitating what I was doing.I stopped what I was doing when I realized what he meant. To avoid doing it again, I folded my hands."Sorry," I apologized to him, to which he only nodd

Staring blanky. Out of my mind. Like a madman—no, let me rephrase that because I'm really insane. I'm sitting in a corner while staring at the white wall that represents how complicated my life is. It's white and for others, it symbolizes happiness, but for me, it symbolizes death.After the madness I did outside, I found myself in the room that serves as my prison. I'm not literally imprisoned, but because this room witnesses how complicated my life is, it's like a prison for me.After the madness I did outside, thinking he's still alive, even though the truth is he's been dead for a long time, in fact, he was already dead when I gave birth to him in this world. After the scene—my madness, Storm brought me here to this house.And because I'm weak—I'm weak and probably because I'm ashamed of what I did, I agreed to come here.And here I am again, sitting on the same chair that I always sit on. My eyes are lifeless, staring at the four corners of my room.It's been three years since I

NO! He cannot die yet! Because I haven't made him experience the feeling of being alive, but dead inside.It's not possible! He cannot die yet because he hasn't experienced the pain and suffering that I've gone through for years.Fear ran through my heart. Fear that he might die without experiencing what I have. Fear that he might die without going through my suffering.I want him dead, yes. But not this soon. I want to see him suffer, kneel before me, go crazy and beg for mercy. I want to torture him before he dies.And also, I want to be the one to kill him. I want his blood to flow through my hands. I want to be the reason for his death.I looked at the man doing CPR on his body. He was panting heavily as if he had been trying to revive Dashiel for a long time now, but he still couldn't bring him back to life.Yes, Dashiel was the one the ladies were referring to earlier. Dashiel was the owner of the body that was floating in the sea.But heck, what was this guy doing here and why d