Heurt and Pein

when

p. e. i. n.

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when i was about 4 years old, my family and i would have a picnic at the back of our house every weekend. mommy used to put flowercrowns at my head and sing melodies that's full of love. my brother and i would gaze at how our parents loved and cared for each other. it was evident in their eyes, how much they love. we looked up to them. because their love was unmeasurable that no heights can compare to it.

when we lived at a mansion in our hacienda that's located at a far away province, our surroundings were full of trees, flowers and green leaves. it was a relaxing feeling everytime i gaze at my surroundings. but my parents never allowed us to get out of the hacienda. they said, it's for protection purposes. also, we were homeschooled.

when i was 9 years old, my happy and joyful world fell apart. my parents died at an accident. i was at that accident, too. it wasn't an accident! i tried to tell the police.

there were a couple of men blocking the way while father was driving one rainy night. father kept on honking his' horn, but those men didn't bulge. father went out of the car, but after awhile, those creepy men pulled out their guns and started to shoot at father. mother instructed me to hide at the car's secret compartment. she told me to keep quiet even though i was quivering in fear. even though i was very young at that time, i knew that they were not coming back. after God knows how many creepy minutes, quietness took over but suddenly the car started moving and crashed at something.

when they found me at the car, they immediately brought me home. i scanned my surroundings and saw a puddle of blood mixed with the rain water. when i got home, my brother kept on looking for mommy and daddy. i looked at him sadly, fearly and tired at his eyes. because there is this bond that we, twins, connect and understand each other like no one else does.

when we were at the burial, i knew everything was slowly changing. the life i lived and loved before, is slowly fading away and darkness is taking over.

when they were about to bury my parents six feet underground, i threw the flowercrown i used to really love at mommy's coffin, while heurt threw his favorite car to father's grave. that car was given by father at our birthday and his favorite one among all of his toys!

when i was growing up, everything was never the same. and never will it be. it will be full of pain and hurting,

'till the very end.