Past Island: Regrets and Guilt (Past Series #1) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 14: Killua's Sister, Erika.

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Killua's Point of View

I couldn't stop thinking about Erika. The memories of our childhood together flooded my mind, filling me with a mixture of nostalgia and regret. She had always been my anchor, the one who kept me grounded amidst the chaos of our home life. I often found myself reminiscing about the moments we shared before I left, wondering how different things would be if I had taken her with me.

Erika was my little sister, but in many ways, she was stronger than I was. Lagi ko naaalala ang mga ngiti niya, yung nakakahawa niyang mga tawa, and the way she always seemed to find a reason to be happy, even in the darkest times. Our father was a drunk and abusive, but Erika had a way of making everything seem bearable. She was my light in that hellish place.

We used to play hide and seek in the small backyard of our house

Naaalala ko nuon na lagi kami naglalaro ng tagu-taguan sa bakuran ng bahay namin. It wasn’t much, just a patch of grass and a few trees, but to us, it was a world of adventure. Bibilang ako ng sampo, pretending not to know where she was hiding, just to hear her giggles when I “found” her. Those were the moments I cherished, the ones that made me feel like we could escape the nightmare we lived in.

One memory stood out among the rest. It was a rainy day, and our father was in one of his drunken rages. Erika and I had retreated to our shared room, huddled together under the covers. I told her stories, fantastical tales of faraway lands and brave heroes, to distract her from the shouting and crashing sounds outside.

"Makakaalis din tayo dito, Erika," I whispered to her. "We'll have our own adventures, just you and me."

She looked up at me with those big, hopeful eyes. "Promise, Kuya?"

"Promise," I said, squeezing her hand.

But I broke that promise. When I finally mustered the courage to escape, I left her behind. It was the hardest decision I ever made, but I convinced myself that I couldn’t take her with me, that I had to find a way out first and then come back for her. The guilt of that choice has haunted me ever since.

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Erika's Point of View

The day Killua left was the day my world fell apart. I was only ten years old, but I understood enough to know that my brother had finally escaped our father’s abuse. I remember watching him from the window, running down the street, never looking back. I knew he loved me, but at that moment, I felt abandoned and alone.

Mas lalong lumala yung tatay namin pagkatapos tumakas ni Kuya. He blamed me for my brother’s disappearance, taking out his anger and frustration on me. I learned to stay out of his way, to be as invisible as possible. I spent most of my time at school or with friends, anywhere but home.

I miss my kuya every day. He had been my protector, my best friend. Without him, the house felt emptier, darker. I clung to the memories of our happier times, the stories he used to tell me, and the promise he made to come back for me. Those memories were my lifeline, the only thing that kept me going.

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// Memories with Killua //