Wave's Short Stories

Catharsis III Round 1 Entry 2016

Letters to Margo

I knocked. I asked. No answer left for me. Am I really blessed if I got lost in the Elysian Fields?

I gazed then panicked. All I have was this milky stain on my lower limb, which he said is the cause of my death in a previous life.

I stared at it for a while.

I didn't understand what it was all about.

I should just ignore it...

I should just throw it away, yet I ended up hiding it in my drawer because of a Clorets candy wrapper.

I prepared my things and left for school. I didn't attend my morning class because of my younger sister half-sister. I was asked to look for her while my mother is buying food. I don't mind at all. It's not like I enjoyed being at school, anyway. It is only a place for people who worshiped this school of hell disguised as heaven.

Walking alone, sitting next to no one, and eating in the corner of the cafeteria was my daily routine at school. Don't get me wrong—I like it. I don't need any friends who will just judge me yet cling to me like I owe them my life. So, I prefer to be alone.

That's before a miracle change happened.

I cried. I screamed.

All I could see was the flesh between my hand and my forearm which had the mark of my struggle while I was on fire. But he was left ablazed.

I punched. I stabbed.

I've become a killer that no one expected. If someone's death is necessary to stop a war, then whose life should we sacrifice in this fight? Couldn't I just run away?

Again, another envelope was in my mailbox. This time, it has the Orbit candy wrapper. The letter was not a love confession like about something someone asking for help. I was a loner in my high school friends schoolmates' mind. Right. I've never had a friend because I seemed weird in their eyes. Someone who can't be too happy or is too sad. I have lypophrenia, my doctor said. So, why me?

I stopped fighting. There, I noticed how Death comes running for me. It was so fast that I didn't even see his claws slashing my soul away.

I was paralyzed. I could never hide this dot that was darker than unused charcoal. It was there, displaying itself on the lowest part of my jawline, calling Death's attention.

I don't know what to feel after reading it. Is this what they call sadness? I really don't know. I only knew that I needed to answer this letter.

'I am not in the position to ask, but considering your letter was in my mailbox and I've read its content, I wanna know who is this 'he' you're referring to. Who are you? Why did you leave a letter here?'

After writing, I put it back in the mailbox where I saw the letters. I wasn't really waiting for an answer. Sometimes, people just want to say things and not answer questions about it. They want the feeling of releasing than being told what to do.

I stayed in my room for a while thinking about that weird letter. For the first time, I was curious about something someone.

Thinking about him made me forget to eat dinner that night. Why bother? No one would force me to eat, anyway. Mom is not with me because it was hard for her new husband to see me. They were childhood sweethearts and when that man went abroad, mother didn't think he'll come back. She got married and I was born, which was my mom's mistake. Then, he came back looking for her. Ever since they got back together, this became our reality; I was at home in the house alone. She only stops by to cook my food.