Death's POV
*cring* *cring* *cring*
*Blaag*
If you're asking, what is it? Well, it's my goddamn alarm clock. Ilang alarm clock naba ang nabato ko? You can't blame me; I really hate having an alarm clock inside my room.
*tok tok tok*
"Young lady, breakfast is ready" my butler said
"Yeah, coming"
I do my morning rituals; wag nyo nang itanong kung ano. And again, wear this freaking uniform. I can't imagine myself wearing these.
After I fixed myself, kinuha ko na yung bag ko pati na din yung cellphone at headset ko. Dumiretso nako sa dining table at walang pasabi-sabing umupo at kumain. Not minding their questionable look.
After a couple of minutes, I'm done eating. I was about to stand when Kent spoke.
"What happened?" he asked
"Hey" I didn't bother to answer; I'm not in the mood.
"Queen, is there something wrong?" Kim also asked while eyeing me. What?
Drake was about to say something nang tumayo nako at di sila pinansin. Tsk liars. I really hate liars. I went directly to the garage. I'll use my Mercedes-AMG One this time.
As I arrived at school, people were mumbling nonsense. As usual.
"Hey bit*h"
"Hey, we're talking to you!"
"Bingi kaba ha?" Tsk, a lot of students are now looking in our direction. These bitches really love attention.
"Hindi ka talaga sasagot?" One of the alipores dares to pull my hair. The fuck?
"Get off me" I said it with a cold voice. The bitch who pulled my hair was taken aback. I can see in her eyes that she's afraid.
"I don't have time to entertain you, so get off me or else." Bitch, don't test my patience.
"Or else what? Do you think we're afraid of you just because you are friends with those transferees?" Rian, their leader said. If you're wondering how the fuck did I know their names? Well, it's me, Death, and I know better.
"Or else...I will kill you" The Alipore let go of my hair. Good, be afraid. They might be dead by now if I'm not just being considerate.
Instead of going to my first subject, I will just let my frustration subside in the garden. I love that place; it's peaceful.
After minutes of wandering, I am now in the garden. I climbed up the tallest tree here, the same tree I'm at when I know my ex-gangmate's secrets. Yes, ex-gangmates. I don't consider them my gangmates anymore.
Out of nowhere, I remembered my parents. I miss them. It's been 12 years, but it feels like yesterday. It hurts the hell out of me. After the incident, I trained hard—so hard that it almost killed me—but faith didn't allow me. I still have to kill those who killed my happiness.
You may find me cold, heartless, and a demon, but deep inside, I'm hurting. It hurts so fucking bad to lose parents.
My eyes are now blurry. I'm crying; yes, Death is crying. Crying doesn't mean you're weak. Sometimes it's what you need to do to get strong again. Tears don't necessarily mean you are weak; they also mean you are willing to let the hurt flow away and start afresh.
Mom? Dad? I know you are happy up there. Please guide me in everything that I do. It has been a tough battle. Please lead me to its finale, and I hope I will be the victor.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Queen Of Two Dimensions
Fantasía"Don't be a helter-skelter of one thing that you didn't know that in the end, you will regret it. Think before you make a move. Don't be selfish, don't be self-centered. Take time to think for you to be contented with the outcome," He once said. "Yo...
