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It was around 6 pm when we split and finally got home. Our school ended at 4. Caily had us going to multiple ice cream stores because for some damn reason, all of them were closed. The only open one was at Charlie's, and she hated him. And he liked her. So imagine all the amusement I had as she had no choice but to buy from him.
I went straight to my room and let my heavy body collapse onto the bed.
'Did I really say yes going to that party?'
I let the tiredness out through a deep sigh, my eyelids grew heavy and slowly, I drifted away.
***
"My angel, promise me. Promise me you'll take care of your brothers, okay? I won't be here to protect you." her voice was a mixture of vulnerability and love. Something sharp and heavy pressed against my chest, tightening my throat.
"Mom... what are you saying? We.. we'll stay together. Just-" I groaned, closing my eyes firmly. "Just please, hold on, okay?" my voice cracked, it was hard for me to talk, all I wanted was to cry and scream.
My eyes stung from the swelling and non-stop tears that were flowing through. It was all blurry, though her face remained clear in my vision. In my arms, there she laid bleeding. I wanted to wipe the tears in her eyes, wash her, feed her, anything... anything to end her suffering. I wanted to see her clean again; Standing and alive.
Though bleeding in pain, her face showed joy. She gave me a genuine smile, one that shatters my heart even more.
"I love you so much, Bithiah."
Her hand was stiff and wet as she lifted it up to hold my face one last time. Those her were last words. There I watched as her eyes collapsed to darkness. And her precious smile slowly.. faded away.
She slowly faded away. And I didn't say anything.
All I could do was to close my eyes and cry even more. My face vibrated so much it was numb. Thousands of bullets felt like it shot deep into my chest over and over again.
This was the end.
And she will never come back.
Ever again.
"I promise."
***
My eyes stung as I slowly opened it. I came into awareness and found myself in my bed, only with a pool of tears, still streaming down my face.
It took some force to turn my body over to face the ceiling. I stared at it, reliving the traumatic dream slash memory that I just had. Why did it have to be this way?
I was merely a kid when it all happened. A small village I lived in, got attacked by fucked up terrorists from-- I don't even know where the hell they came from, but our town was small and they mostly attacked our place.
Me, my mom and my 2 younger brothers lived in a small house in that village. We lived peacefully without dad.
...That's the problem. He wasn't there. He was never there. It was Mom who had to feed us, and give us everything we needed. She worked her ass for us for god's sake. And he just... left.
I will never forgive him. He won't live. I wish upon all wishes for him to be in a car crash.
Of course, just kidding.
I wouldn't wish that, since he can't die from anything else. I won't allow it.
Show your face to me and I will kill you myself.
