'Sometimes the world need to be cruel in order to find our real destination' my grandfather told me that line when I was five years old. I just shrugged to him. I thought it was just an old saying. I never thought that one day I will hold to this saying to save myself from deep pain and agony.
Isulat mo lang daw sa papel ang inyong nararamdaman at ika'y makakawala sa sakit. Kung sana pwede lang manatili sa aking sinusulat, hindi ko na gugustuhin ang sumulat ng trahedya at makaka-asa kayong lahat na bawat kabanata ay puro saya at tagumpay. Ngunit hindi! Sa reyalidad, masyado malupit ang mundo.
Sa tuwing pinipikit ko ang aking mata ay wala ako ibang naaaninag kundi puro kadiliman at ang aking masakit na nakaraan.
Who would thought, that the last stand will be hard for me?
"Admit that you're criminal. That you killed your sister!" the prosecutor was so eager to prove that I'm guilty.
Sino ba kasi ang aayaw sa yaman at kasikatan?
I remained my mouth shut. Yet, they judged me. Kahit anong pagtanggi ko sa kasalanan na hindi ko naman ginawa at wala sila ibang kundi ipitin ako sa kasalan na hindi ko ginawa.
"You maybe found innocent but the world will see you as psychopath who killed her own sister," the judge once told me.
Yes, I may called myself free but deep inside, I was already stuck in this darkness.
At wala ako balak na kumawala sa kadiliman. Moving forward and forgetting the darkness means leaving the place I once called home. I'm not complete if there's no darkness who dwelling on my shattered soul.
"Unnie!" I heard the desperation in Jossiah's voice.
Hindi ko namamalayan na binabangungot naman ako ng aking masakit na nakaraan. As much as I wanted to wake up there's a painful force that makes me want to sleep. To remember those painful moments of my life.
"Unnie?! Tang'ina!" I heard the panicked in his husky voice.
For the first time, it seems like someone scared to lose me.
Ang kanyang mainit na kamay ay magaan na hinahaplos ang aking mukha.
Because of his warmth, I was able to wake up in reality.
Nang pagmulat ko ay bakas sa kanyang abong mata ang takot na unti napalitan ng saya.
"You make me worry. Lagi ba ito nangyayari?" he asked me. Agad siyang kumuha ng maligamgam na tubig sa kusina.
Nilibot ko ang aking paningin sa paligid at agad akong napangiti.
Nakalaya na ako sa Mental Institution. Ginawa lahat ni Jossiah upang makalaya ako sa lugar na minsan ko tinuring na tahanan. He used his money, power, and connection to give me a chance to live a normal life.
Mula sa araw na ito, I'm not the innocent Shein who killed her own sister, I'm now El_asesino, the writer behind well known 'Fairytale Series'
It's been 3 months but I grow up. Nasa condo niya lang ako pero nagagawa kong ibahagi ang kabataan na matagal nawala sa akin.
"Drink this. I'm sorry if I was not here all the time. I need to take my classes and to take care the Wolkzbin Underground Empire," he said in apologetic tone.
Kinuha ko ang baso ng tubig at ininom ito. Nang maabos ko ang laman nito ay agad niya itong kinuha. Sinara niya ang ilaw at sumabay sa akin sa paghiga.
I faced him and worried evident in his handsome face. He cupped my face and he gently smiled at me. "Do you want me to find a proper home for us?"
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Teardrops Of Justice (Under PIP Collab) ✔️
Mystery / Thriller#2| WICKED WRITERS SERIES| A COLLABORATION Shein is writer who write about fairytale but ends up writing her own crime. At the age of 7 she face the cruelty of being allegedly killer of her own sister. But what if in the midst of lost and chaos she...
