With nobody else to lose, the 26-year old presidential daughter Margot Villaroel had a brilliant plan of taking her father down at the expense of her life - a perfectly polished plan to be executed on her father's day of presidential oath-taking. As...
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Scarlet began attending to my wounds as we were on the way to another shelter. Kap said it was along the way up north, so if we were to get Claire back, this was a huge favor for us.
My wounds bled occasionally so she had to sew my wounds close. Everything felt strange. I could feel not one bit of pain as the needles penetrated my skin. I touched the part where my pinky was first engrained on.
"Don't touch it, baka ma-impeksyon," saway ni Scarlet at tinabig ang aking kamay.
I chuckled. My pulse shot up, so I bled through my neck again.
"Stop being annoying, Margot."
Wendy stood beside Scarlet as her gaze scanned me like I was a discovery to be explored and studied. She bit the tip of her pen then pursed her lips into a thin line. I knew she wanted to ask questions.
"Hindi ba masakit?" tanong ni Scarlet habang tinatahi ang mga bukas kong sugat.
Umiling ako bilang tugon. Nararamdaman ko ang kamay niya sa akin ngunit wala akong nararamdamang sakit. Tila ba manhid na ako. I poked my right hand with my left pointer finger. Pinakiramdaman ko ang naputol kong daliri at napagtantong wala ring kirot doon.
"I feel numb," I whispered.
Inuntog ko ang aking sarili sa frame ng bintana ng bus. Lumikha ito ng malakas na kalabog kaya naman naglingunan sa amin ang iba pang mga kasama sa bus. Muli kong idinantay ang aking noo sa bintana a bumwelo.
I bumped my head once more with the utmost force I could give, but there was nothing. I felt neither cold nor warm. Nararamdaman kong bumabaon ang karayom sa aking balat ngunit hindi rin ito mahapdi.
Wendy scribbled on her notebook.
I swallowed the lump in my throat as realization hit me.
"I think I'm turning," I said.
Bumilis ang aking paghinga. "Let me out."
"No," Scarlet said with finality. "We're staying here until you heal."
A few minutes more, Scarlet was finally done with my wounds. She covered my hand with a bandage to stop the minor bleeding in my chopped pinky. The first time I got bit... the pain was immeasurable. The second time was worse.
Parehong masakit. Ngunit hindi ako namanhid noon habang ginagamot ako. Sigurado akong hindi 'yon katulad ng ngayon na wala talaga akong maramdaman kundi ang dampi ng daliri ni Scarlet sa akin.
"I need a fucking knife," I whispered. "This does not sit right with me."
"Alin?" litong tanong ni Scarlet.
"Wala akong maramdaman," sagot ko.
I stood up from my seat trying to look for anything sharp. I clenched my teeth upon seeing a screw on the window frame. I slammed the side of my palm on it until it penetrated my skin.
