Watty Writer's Guild Writing Battle

Battler #6: Killed by Blood

Description: 25-year-old Caeden was about to conduct a wedding proposal for her 5-year-girlfriend, Zeianne, 23 years old when something unfortunate happened. Leaving his car, wrecked after hitting with another car, Caeden was brought to the hospital. Everyone seems to be turning their back on Zeianne. From Caeden's Mom, who blames her for what happened and to the people she never thought will betray her. Until one day, the story of their lives ended but, it ended together with Caeden. . .

Why: Gusto kong bigyan ng hustisya ang plot na 'to. Matagal na siyang na-stocked sa utak ko pero ni-hindi ko siya maisulat pero ngayon, kahit one-shot lang ay nagawa ko siya.

How: I recalled this plot. Tapos ini-edit ko ng kaunti para maipasok ko yung elements. Hindi ko alam kung nagtagumpay ako pero ayos lang. Masaya akong naisulat ko 'to.

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   Tumaas ang elevator pagkatapos pindutin ni Rosette, my bestfriend 'yong button na may nakasulat na number '3'. The three-labeled button stands for the hotel's third floor. Mixed emotions enveloped my chest. Ni-hindi ko alam kung ano ang dapat kong unang maramdaman. Excitement and nervousness both fill the rest of my pumping organ. Nadagdagan pa ng curiosity no'ng may sabihin si Rosette.

     "Zeianne. . ." she said while a wide grin's plastered on her face.

     "Bakit?" natatawa kong tanong.

     "Kailangan mong isuot 'to. . ." she said and everything became darkness. Entire black because of the blindfold that she put on to my eyes.

     "Para sa'n 'to?" chuckling, I asked.

     "Secret..." I heard a 'ting!' sound which means the elevator has stopped. A few seconds passed before Rosette assisted me as we walk together.

I feel nervous as I take one step and another because of the thought na baka matapilok, matumba o mahulog ako. Ang hirap pala kapag bulag...

     "Wait lang ha," said Rosette. Nagpantig ang mga tainga ko ro'n.

     "Uy! Wait, 'wag mo 'kong iwang mag-isa! Rosette!" Then I heard no answer but silence. Inalis ko ang blindfold sa mata at nakitang walang tao dito maliban sa 'kin. Nasa'n na si Rosette?

     "Zeianne..." Napalingon ako sa pinanggalingan ng boses. Dashing on a long-sleeved-gray polo folded up to his elbow, walks Marc. May dala siyang isang bouquet ng pulang mga bulaklak, but I don't expect him to be here.

     "Anong ibig sabihin nito, Marc?" Hindi ko gustong magmukhang ayaw ko siyang makita pero mukhang 'yon ang nangyari.

     "I love you, Zeianne." Nagpantig ang mga tainga ko sa pag-amin niya. I shouldn't be affected by that. I shouldn't be.

     "Hindi kita mahal, Marc," diretso kong sabi sa kaniya. I don't want this conversation to be long.

     "Si Caeden," wika niya.

     "Oo si Caeden ang mahal ko. Si Caeden na bestfriend mo. Boyfriend ko siya, Marc. Please stop this. Itigil mo na 'to dahil hindi kita magagawang mahalin," I explained.

     "Kung gano'n, let me do this for the last time." My eyes literally widened when he pulled me and our chests hit one another. His hand landed on the back of my head and forced my face to touch his face. Magkadikit ang mga noo namin habang ako, hindi pa rin makagalaw. Hindi ko alam kung anong dapat kong gawin hanggang sa lumapat ang labi niya sa akin. Do'n ako nabalik sa katotohanan at kumilos para itulak siya. Hindi 'to puwede!

     Kusa rin siyang kumalas sa halik na siya lang ang may gusto. Nakangiti siya sa 'kin pero hindi ko 'yon kayang suklian. My fists are clenched because of what he did. My palm landed on his cheek which created a very loud 'pak!'/sound. "How dare you?" my breathing's fast na para bang tumakbo ako ng ilang daang metro sa track and field.