Being Victims

VICTIM #5

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Wala sana akong planong mag update kahapon, ewan ko lang kung pano ako nakapag update ng hilo kahapon. I will have a long weekend, 2 more classes and my 2017-2018 school is over. Pero next week mag start na ng exam kaya, jusko. Para sa diploma kakayanin. I'm still battling to take summer school, plus yung pressure na galing sa family ko kung anong kukunin kong degree. WTH, pwede bang pahingahin din nila ako minsan. I'll try my best to publish couple chapters bago mag exam.ENJOY FAM!!

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Winnipeg Manitoba

Israel Aitken Point of View

I woke up feeling groggy, my head is cracking. I groan loudly and grip my hair tightly. Why the heck I ain't immune to this? Every time I wake up, this is my good morning greeting. I abruptly stand up and my vision rotates to 360 degrees.

"Awwww" I moan, fck those sleeping pills. I think I had too much last night. Other people would drown themselves with alcohol, unlike them I drown myself with sleeping pills. Since my brother's fall I couldn't just stay around. I feel like I have to do something. I couldn't get a nice sleep. My life was a mess, pity 10 years have passed I haven't moved on yet. Yes I do have money, luxury, jobs that are just before me, girls, and all of those, but I'm in hell. I spend almost half of my life in a cruddy sanitarium. I wasn't mad. I was just depressed that my parents couldn't even handle me, so they throw me up in that madhouse. It was filthy awful.

I go down to my kitchen to get a coffee when I see my parents sitting, seems like they're expecting for my presence. I heave when I see my dad glaring at me. Gezz.

"Good Morning" I greet them in a modest way, I turn on my coffee maker. I was just passing them like they're nothing. I start making my breakfast nonchalantly without saying any word. I had a beef with my parents, no doubt about that. I've never seen nor talk with them for ages, they kept phoning me but I always shrug it off. After they cast me off like a garbage they wanted me to be close with them. Hell no! No one in this earth would forgive the parents who abandoned them. Those times that I need a parent, they weren't there to support me . I was matured enough back then, to honest it was fine with me if they were busy. But putting me in a mental hospital was way loose butthole. I wasn't crazy, I was born normal and nothing was wrong with me. They just dump me as if I wasn't their child which was very painful in my part. 

"Haven't seen you for ages" I casually face them. My dad's eyes dart on me sharply, I smirk. "What?" I place my coffee on the table and stare at them annoyingly. I don't like them, I don't wanna see them. I'm still holdin' on my wrath and no one would make me forgive these guys in front of me. "Fuck that" I slam the table causing my cup to bounce and fall on the floor. It crashes, just like me. Crash, way too crush.

"Watch your words Israel !!" my mom's voice roared, I just hoot.

"Ohh Elizabeth" my mom's name sounds sophisticated but her personality is't. She's a shit. "Can't pronounce it anymore, should I call you livershit?" dad's face darkened and my mom is about to cry. Who cares? Sorry but I don't have conscience, she's not my mom so I don't have to say sorry. I came from her money, raised with money, nurture with money, everything is money.

"Don't fcking call your mom like that Israel! Where is your respect?!" I raise both of my hands in the air, but with a cocky smile in my face. He's face looks lousy and I don't care

"Respect? In your pocket maybe" I sneer rudely. My dad is about to hit me when my mom restrain.  I kick the broken pieces of the cup on the floor blithely and sit comfortably on the chair. I raise my legs and lay them on my dining table. I look at them warily, now, what's their agenda?