Fate Changer (ON-GOING)

Chapter 1: I'M NOT A PSYCHOPATH

Dedicated to: AislinnTiara iKnowImNewbie MoonIs_AntiRomantic

Ahsmin POV

Right now I would never hesitate to transform myself as a wicked witch and have sharp claws or poisonous daggers so I could eventually attack our maid.

Correction. New maid.

If killing is legal then I'm sure all people who will enter this house, or even if I heard their footsteps stepped to automatically knockdown.

I'm not a psychopath or someone who has a mental illness. I just hate being with people. And, I trust no one.

"Senyora Ahsmin? Dito lang po ako sa tabi niyo par—"
"Shut up." maikling pagsabat ko sa kanya na naging dahilan upang mapa titig naman ito sa akin ng para bant naapi at narindi dahil sa diin ng pagkakasabi ko.

I could tell that she's really ugly. Her pimples almost covered her whole stupid face. She has dark bags under her eyes and vivid blemishes. As I shifted my gaze on her, she just looks really stupid. She's in her mid-forties and yeah... She's gonna be dead soon...

Damn it.

She immediately picks the utensils back into the gray tray. First the spilled glass and the silver fork and spoon. There is a glass of two kinds of milk from me that had been scattered to our old tiled floor.

I picked those two glasses and throw them off the wall so they would break. When I threw it, the impact is instant, and the remaining shattered glass flew through this pitty maid.

She's still lucky. Because I'm in the mood right now. And I just feel that today is everything so good and pleasant.

"Malalim 'yan sa bituka mo. Bagay yan sa'yo. Ang taba mo ehh ang pangit pa!" pagkukutsa ko sa kanya.

"Bubog lang 'yan." dagdag ko pa na kinainis niya.

Crisanta continues to bleed in her right pimpled cheek.

Yuck!

She looks like a poor innocent mouse who had been trapped in the hell world she didn't deserve.

"Ma'am...Bakit naman ho kayo gan'yan?" tanong niya sa'kin upang mas lalo lang akong mairita para pag-initan pa s'ya.

"Edi 'di ba marami kang pera namang hawak? Edi pam-pagamot mo sarili mo." direktang saad ko na nasa malayo nakatingin.

"Iiwan mo ko o iiwan mo 'yung mundo mismo?" nginitian ko siya ng parang demonyo, nanginginig Naman siya sa takot at hindi mapakali sa puwesto.

"O-oo n-nga p-pala s-senyora...y-yu—"
"Oo na." pinandilatan ko siya ng mata at sinindak.

She turned back and walk stupidly.

Idiot.

"Wait..."

"Balik...Balik..."

"Ibibigay ko sa'yo mamaya 'yung buo mong sahod tapos after noon iwanan mo na ko rito sa loob ng mansion..."

"No more but's."

"Naku po...senyora...hindi papayag sina ma'am at ser n'yan sa gusto mong mangyari!" pagpapanic niya at pagtataka.

"Tsaka naibigay na rin nila 'yung pera, masyado na pong marami 'yun."

"Ikaw nga rin eh...masyado ka nang maraming masasabi..."
"Huwag mo kong sinisigawan, nagkakalimutan yata tayo ha..."

"Tatanggapin mo ba 'yung inaalok ko o tatanggapin mo na sadyang maikli ang buhay mo?"

"Senyora..." nakakaawa niyang tugon.

Sino ba ko para mahawa sa isang tulad niya?

For the thirtieth time, the same eyes I've witnessed last week are fooling me again. The hell never let me escape, since it already happened and won't be changed.

Will never be changed.

In my entire life, since when I was seven I grew up, they call me 'still, 'maldita', and a lot more.

Little they didn't know, I was just raped when I was four and still the miseries eat me up a thousand times again.

No one was there, even mom.

I'm too naive and someone stole my purity. And worst, it's my father. Not a step-father but rather my real blood, my real papa.

I want to tell my mom those things but I chose to keep quiet since she won't be bothered to know what's my current situation or even care about me.

Even the slightest care didn't touch me because she's busy and far away. I needed her presence so I could be a pillow at night whenever I remember the scenarios that would never erase in my heart and soul.

I crave for her love and attention, but that didn't happen. I still love her so much, I missed her. So much I want to utter this words.

I am good at pretending that everything just went fine. Every day I fool myself.

I just don't want her to worry about me.

I don't want her to think that I'm a cargo and another load for her.

A burden. Damn.

It hurts me so bad and I was once on the brink of something. I want to escape life—but there's someone in my dream that kept on appearing since day 1. And it's just that, that person controls me. The impact for me seems to be healing.

I just don't know.

It's my birthday. June 12 and I'll turn five years old.