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In this book of poems, I had recorded some-both the living and the dead-peculiars all over the world. Seek and gain the knowledge of certain peculiars and their history through this material...
Shouted Recca. Her eyes filled with anger and heartbreak. She couldn't bear to see her mother work like a slave for her father instead of a wife. Every single day, her mother is always working. She was in her 20's yet she looked so old.
Instead of a smile as a reply—like she always do—Recca's mother fell on the ground with a loud thump. Recca rushed to her side and felt the heavy breathing of her mother. Her mother's straining eyes were closed, her lips were dry, and her hair was like a clump of hay. Beads of tears fell down her mother's eyes.
Being the only child, Recca helped her mother everyday. She had also witnessed the suffering of her mother. With extreme effort, Recca managed to lift her mother up and gently placed her on her bed. Then with wrath and disgust, Recca found herself angrily walking outside the house towards her unworthy father. She could feel the hate for him in every single step.
Recca's father greeted her with a nasty look. A bottle of alcohol on one hand and a half-consumed cigarette on the other. He looked like he was on drugs, which he actually is. Recca can tell by glaring at his hideous looks.
She didn't know that the moment she faced her father, her ability came at once.
"Curse you! You filthy old monster!"
Cried Recca. Yes, she is young but due to her melancholic childhood and turned her into what she is now, you can't tell otherwise. She was about to punch her father yet she stopped when he started talking.
"I bet you'll take it all back when you hear the whole story."
"Will not!"
Yelled Recca. She turned her back and her feet was ready to go, itching to get back to her tormenting mother.
*SSMMAASSHH*
Recca saw her father stood on the broken pieces of the bottle. He had a serious look on his face. It was obvious that he didn't accidentally dropped the bottle, he did it on purpose, to get Recca's attention.
He reached out a hand. "Come and see for yourself."
Recca ignored him. "Why the hell should I?"
Her heart pumped rapidly as her father suddenly caught her hands and gripped them very tight. He looked straight at Recca but she closed her eyes. She felt afraid of what will her father do.
"Open your eyes."
Ordered her father.
Recca obeyed. She noticed that her father's grip was getting tighter and painful. Then all of a sudden, her father, the house, everything disappeared. No, everything changed.
The sun was hiding behind the heavy gray clouds, the surroundings looked old and dark, like a vintage photo from the past came to life at once. She saw a house—not their house—but there was her mother with a man—except he wasn't her father.
She never saw her mother's face filled with much delight and comfort. Both her mother's hands and the man's were holding each other's. Recca called her mother but she didn't seem to notice that she was there. She wanted to go and ran to her mother but she found herself hiding behind the bushes.
The lust in her mother's eyes were quite overwhelming. Recca gasped when they started kissing. Their hands separated and travelled on each other's body. The scene was definitely not suitable for young Recca.
It started to rain heavily but the two didn't seem to mind that they were soaked but instead 'it' turned wild and harsh. She began to feel her feet shuffle, and she burst out of the bushes. Her mother and the man was startled but instead of her name, her mother called her...
"Allan?"
Her father's name. She was in her father's body. She was in her father's memory.
"Right behind my back, eh?"
Said Recca's father spitefully.
"So much for being a philanthropic girlfriend."
Pain and hatred washed over Recca like a waterfall. She didn't know her mother was capable of doing this. She didn't know her father was capable of being strong for enduring such pain.
"Well, see you in hell, brother."
*BAAANNGGG!*
Recca didn't noticed that her father was keeping a gun in his pocket. But she did now that her uncle—that she thought had died during a strong typhoon—was laying lifeless on the ground. She heard her mother shout hysterically.
Then her hand with the gun—her father's—turned towards her mother. She wanted to stop him, but she just can't.
"Please! Don't kill me!" Pleaded her mother. "I'll do anything."
"Anything, eh?"
Questioned her father.
"I'm... I'm... I'm pregnant!"
Her mother sobbed.
Recca felt her lips curved to form a smirk. Then suddenly she approached her mother and pulled her by her hair. She was dragging her mother towards a house that seemed familiar to her. She opened the door, and the inside was pitch black, then everything turned to what it was before.
There was no hands grasping to her's anymore. Her father was laying on the ground, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, tears were trickling down his eyes.
"Father!"
Shouted Recca. She ran to his side and held his father's hand but she quickly let go when he flinched.
"I love you, Recca..."
Said her father with his last dying breath.
Recca cried, of course, not just because of her dead father, but because of his past, his suffering, his deepest secret.
Recca didn't went inside once more. At first, she couldn't bear to see her mother suffer, but now, she couldn't bear to see her mother at all. So she fetched her favorite jacket, afraid of what her hands can do and afraid what she did. Recca knew it will haunt her to her end, so she decided to leave the past behind.
But how did her father knew? How did he knew that she possessed such ability unknown to man?
It's okay. I was once like you, Recca.
She remembered her father's words, a long time ago when she tried to seized her enemy's neck because he lied about stealing her toy—who was in the hospital for weeks. She didn't knew what he meant that time, until now.
She left her home, and didn't turn back. She left her sick mother, her dead father and her dead life. Her life can never be as happy as the other kids in her village had been.
Or so she thought until she was discovered by the Lady.
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A/N: The photo and story is obviously mine and I kindly ask you to respect, give credit and ask me first if you wanted to use the photo. This chapter is dedicated to a dear friend of mine, with the same name as the protagonist.
