I saw it all. Just like I did when my parents died. But this time, it's my grandma and my friend in two coffins, and me in a wheelchair. There are fewer people, but the people here are the people I care about. Also there are guards this time.
Ron, Erika and Noah are here. Damien, Kass and Kath are here. Even my cousins from Pasig are here. The sun is also here, stating that today is a great day. Like losing a friend isn't as bad as losing your own parents.
A trial was never held. There are huge amounts of evidence pointing out that the gang is guilty. I'm held on probation, even if I can never walk again in my life. If there's one thing I'm glad of, it's imagining that girl, who beat the ever-living crap out of me, get a life sentence.
The only people who said, 'sorry' before the service were Erika, my aunt and my uncle. Everyone else hugged me instead. It might have something to do with me being disabled now, but I couldn't care less about myself. Even if I do, it's inappropriate. All I can think about is that when I get home in my grandma's apartment for the last time, I can talk to them again.
Hours after the service, the night falls. Stars don't appear. Walls block the sky. Maybe it's telling me something. Maybe I didn't lose anything. Maybe I'm the one who's lost. Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe I'm in a mental institution. Maybe I'm okay. Maybe I'm not. I'm not.
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Historia Corta(my grade 8 english project, dont expect much) When your people pass away And everything fades, When you get tangled in a mess, Will you still keep up with this charade? - Fifteen year old, Lian Joulo moved to her grandma's apartment in Manila after...
