BCS 3: Innocent Mistake

Chapter 5

This story contains violence, aggression, abuse, prolonged torture, romanticized rape, profane languages, suicide, and murder.

~Comfort~

I stiffened as I heard a deep rumble rise from my stomach. I closed my eyes against the sudden wave of vertigo. The thought of a hot meal sent my sense of reeling.

My lying and numb body screamed for nourishment, anything to appease my ravenous hunger and deep hollowness on my belly. Trying to ignore the feeling of the marks of rage and brutality on my body.

I had been bedridden for nearly a week according to what I heard from the voices I can't point to whose.

Sleep was peaceful. Sleep eluded those feelings I have but threatened to drain my life, and I just wanted to be asleep forever.

My eyes slowly fluttered open and instantly felt the sudden blow of heartache and loneliness.

I resisted my tears as I weakly and slowly pressed my small hand against my broken side. I tried to look around where I settled into the dark corner of the room.

Hindi ko alam kung gaano ako katagal nanatiling nakahiga lamang rito at kung gaano ako katagal nanatiling tila tulog kahit ako'y gising na. I just want to be alone in the dark.

Nang magising ako at matagpuan ang sariling nakabalot sa benda ang kalahati kong katawan ay hindi ko mapigilang mainis. Naiinis ako kung bakit nagising pa ako. Naiinis ako kung bakit may tumulong pa sa akin.

I know that this kindness cost punishment and pain.

Sana namatay na lamang ako. Why do I have to suffer long? Why do they have to tend for me to live?

Napanguso ako sa inis dahil sa tuluyang pagtulo ng aking mga luha mula sa aking mga mata. I painfully clutched my broken ribs every time a small sob escape from my lips. Kinagat ko ang aking labi upang hindi makalabas ang mga susunod ko pang hikbi.

Baka may makarinig sa akin at malaman nilang gising ako. Kapag nangyari iyon ay baka muli nila akong parusahan.

With my small trembling hands, I covered my lips to stop my sobs. Ayaw ko na rito. Mas gusto ko na lamang sa bahay. Mas gusto ko na lamang na dinidisiplina ni Mama.
Nanlaki ang aking mga mata noong marinig ang pagbukas ng pinto ng silid kung nasaan ako.

I nervously looked at the door when it gently closed. Mabilis kong pinawi ang mga luha sa aking pisngi nang makita ang paparating na tao patungo sa akin.

I averted my eyes to the face of the older woman. She is a beautiful woman, with austere features that indicated her proud disposition. Her grey hair was pulled tight into a chignon at the nape of her neck, not even a single strand out of place.

Her unwavering, dark stare made me uneasy as familiar emotion started forming on my stomach.

I flinched nervously. Sinubukan kong bumangon ngunit halos kapusin ako ng hininga sa sakit ng aking gilid.
Nakita ko ang pagtaas ng kilay ng matandang babae habang ang dalang malambot na tela na maayos na nakatupi sa kaniyang kamay ay maingat niyang inilapag sa gilid ng kama.

"I am sorry that this has happened to you. No child should have to endure such like this but then you deserve this, chit," she said grimly. Her posture is bold and confident.

I cowered in fear because of her face. Naghihintay sa maaari niyang gawin sa akin.

I just stared at her with my huge wide eyes that were full of tears, waiting for the slap or any beating from the woman.

"You seem afraid. Are you, chit?"

Muli niyang pinasadahan ang aking kabuoan na may halong disgusto sa kaniyang mukha. Humigpit ang pagkakahawak ko sa aking gilid at mas lalong ibinaon ang sarili sa aking hinihigaan.