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• There might be many or a little bit of words which are inappropriate or not suitable for all ages so if you do not like a story that has those kind of words, please don't bother reading the story. I am not pleasing everyone. We are living in a democratic country (Philippines). We all can have our freedom. It's your choice to read it or not. Lots of love chingus!
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The Beginning
Crisa
"How's your head?" tanong ni mama saakin right after waking up.
"It's okay na ma. You don't have to act like you care."
"Crisabhell, i'm still your mother."
"Yun na nga ma eh. You're just being my mother everytime I get sick! What about if I never get sick? Will you even care talking to me? Or even taking care of me?"
Yes. I am a rebel daughter to my mother. Hindi ko talaga maintindihan kung bakit mas mahalaga sa kanya ang trabaho niya kaysa sakin na anak niya. Does she even know how I feel? No she doesn't.
"For goodness' sake Crisa. I'm all doing this for you. I am working really hard for you. Please understand that."
"Para sakin? Bullshit mom! I don't want to have many fvcking money. All I want is for you to be my mom. For you to take your responsibility as my mother. And for you to take care of your own daughter!"
I went outside. I got my keys and drove myself to nowhere. Gusto ko lang magwala ngayon. I wish I wasn't born at all. I wish I could die literally right now. I wish I could be loved. Cause i've never been loved.
And then I decided to go to the cemetery. I should've come here earlier. Umupo ako sa damuhan. Seeing his name on that stone is always making me regret.
"Uhmm. Kuya. Guess what? I'm here. I already have the courage to visit you. I'm really sorry. I'm fvcking sorry. Sorry for being the reason why you're now here. I am really really sorry kuya. Sana mapatawad mo ako." I said while tears flowing down my cheeks.
"G-gray. Please don't do this."
I'm with my boyfriend. But now I don't think he's acting like one. He's hurting me a lot these days. And....and I don't know why.
"Crisa, i'm bored. Wala akong mapaglaruan."
"Fvck you Gray! Ano ba ang problema mo? What the fvck is the problem with you?!"
I slapped him in the face with all the strength I have. He's now even angrier than a while ago.
"I am not a toy Gray! I am not a fvcking toy!!"
I feared him a lot more now. He's now holding a gun. Nababaliw na ba siya? Ano ba talaga ang gusto niya?!
"Yes you are my love. You are my toy."
Tinutukan niya ako ng baril.
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Learning It Your Way (Ongoing)
Teen Fiction"You can't go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending."
