The Miracle

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The picture above is Milagros 

Her eyes flew open as loud pants filled the room. She was confused as who would pant so loudly beside her when Milagros realized that the sound was coming from within her. If someone looked closely enough, they can see the whirlpool of emotions swirling in her green eyes. Milagros let out a groan as she starts to gain consciousness. A single thought flickered through her mind. Murder. Mind you, it's not just any murder. It's a specific type of murder. A murder that has anything and everything to do with the torture he-who-shall-not-be-named put Milagros and her mamá through.

"Please, no, no, this cannot be happening," Milagros sighed, scratching her arm. Scratching. Scratching every surface she could touch on her skin. Scratching. Scratching. It was as if Milagros lost all control of her body and went into freaky zombie mode. Once she realised what was happening, she groaned into her mattress, pulling the pillow tight over her head in a pathetic attempt to forget what happened. This was the third time this week Milagros woke up drenched with sweat.

Milagros mumbled something incoherent and scrambled out of bed, accidentally tugging her hair in the process. Glancing in the mirror, she quickly realised it was a bad bad mistake.

Milagros stared into the mirror and gasped so loudly it sounds like a dying whale. She looks like a crack addict who got hit by a baseball bat over and over again, hence the red marks on her cheeks that were probably due to scratching.

Actually, scratch that, it is a huge insult to all crack addicts around the world.

It did not work. Nothing EVER worked. Not even the best therapist in the state could help Milagros forget what happened. Not even the best doctor could cure her. Nothing.

"Oh boy, I am just so lucky to have 2 mutations in my genes instead of one. I could be a carrier, but no, I just HAD to have 2 mutations," Milagros mumbled as she carefully studied her reflection.

Milagros drew in a deep breath in an attempt to soothe the fury swelling inside of her. She can feel the urge to bang her head on the wall, in fact, on ANYTHING hard. Sadly, the only thing stopping her is the cotton fabric that is bounded on her arms and legs, and pretty much on every available surface on the skin. Milagros took a deep breath in to calm her heart as she starts her daily routine of unwrapping cotton cloths around the legs and applying moisturizer. Tears welled up in her eyes again as she remembered the day he left them.

Doctor Rebecca told Milagros that even with care, few patients live above 20 years.

"If anything, he should be worried for me since I only have a few years left," Milagros said softly, trying to calm her racing heart. "So how much of a chance do I really have? Why continue when I can give up and save my mom from the workload? I am the one who put this family into a financial crisis, it is all because of me. I am the burden of our home. Without me, my mom would probably be traveling around in Hawaii, enjoying the golden globe in the sky."

Resisting the urge to scream, Milagros burst into the bathroom to brush her teeth and clear her thoughts. At this rate, she is certain that her gums are going to slowly disappear in a few years.

Milagros banged her free hand against the mirror. Bang. Bang.

"It should have been me who died, not her. Not her... never her..."

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Milagros lazily put in the combination to her locker, getting it wrong a total of three times before she started banging her head on the wall again. Milagros took a step back and starts counting, something her therapist, Malee (มาลี) taught her when she feels a tendency to start hurting herself. When she finally snapped out of it and Milagros realized that banging her head is not going to solve anything, everyone has almost cleared out of the hallway, leaving her stranded alone with the pathetic excuse of a metal box they call a locker. "I swear to God if you are not going to be a good metal box and open up, I am going to karate chop you into pieces." Milagros hissed lowly to the locker, raising her fist up and giving it her best death glare.

"Ooh, looky what do we have here? A pathetic excuse of a human being trying to open up her locker?"

Milagros internally screamed, not even bothering to turn around to see who was talking to her. It was too bad that Calculus was that way. She let out a quiet sigh as she turned around.

Lucy took her sweet time to roam her eyes across Milagros, from head to toe. "Well, don't you just look absolutely dashing today, darling," Lucy drawled, smirking at her.

Milagros rolled her eyes and focused her attention back to trying to open her locker. With a pop, the locker opened and she quickly took her books out, already 5 minutes late to class.

"Look, I would love to stand here and chat, but unlike you, I actually care about my education. So please excuse me," Milagros gave Lucy a sickly sweet smile and walked towards class, feeling Lucy's eyes drilling holes in the back of her head.

Comment what you think!!! This is my first time writing a story so help me out! Thanks for reading.

-A