A Nightmare with a Psychopath

Nightmare 12

That scene always repeats in my mind, endlessly. Although, that was a years ago. Those scenario's that's hunting me ever since I feel alive. And eversince I felt alive, I was numb, really numb. I'm not like this before, but that was before.

Before, I was a happy teenage girl with a perfect family, I couldn't wish anymore, I just want a perfect life and a happy family, I just thought. But always remember that there's a sadness after those happiness.

That day comes, when our home was massacred. I remember how I found my mother and father's lifeless body. Our maids had been killed too.

On how I run just to spare my life from that serial killer or a psycho.
She's a heartless, a heartless old hag.

"I saw her in the Police Station." I utter while staring emotionless at her.

"How are you sure?"

I looked down and think of an answer." At first I'm not really sure." I stopped and look at her again. "But... I noticed something that she was just wearing a prostetic make-up to hide her true face. But I'm sure, she's a woman."

She began writing on a piece of paper, writing what I say.
She looked at me and ask another question. And me, I maintain my emotionless face.

"Who is she?"

"I don't know."

Her brows farrowed in confusion.

Well I'm just being honest here.

"Let me tell you a story..."

I was crying. I don't know if you could call it that way. My tears are nonstop falling from my eyes while staring at my shaking hands. Why am I crying? Is this because of what happened earlier morning? Or because I killed someone in my own hands?

My gazed suddenly fixed on the door when it opens. A middle-aged woman come and sit infront of my chair I'm sitting. She smiled sweetly at me and held my shaking hands.

Napaatras ako at natatakot na tumingin sa kaniya. But it's weird, natatakot ang katawan ko but my face maintain it's emotionless and cold stare. And again, she smiled sweetly at me and held my hand so tight. Assuring me that I'm safe with her.

Napatingin ako sa leeg niya dahil may napansin ako. May nakausling kakulay ng balat niya. And I realized that her face was fake, she's wearing a prostetic make-up. At first, It's look real but when you observe it you will see that there is something wrong.

Naalis lang ang tingin ko roon nang magsalita siya. "You're safe with me. From now on, ako na ang mag aalaga sa'yo."

"Who are you?" A words that only came out in my mouth. Halos magtaka ako dahil parang hindi ako ang nagsalita. My voice was cold.

She wiped my tears and hold by both shoulders. "I'm your mother's sister. Since that your parent's died you are now my responsibility."

I didn't uttered any words. I'm just staring at her.

It's been months since I'm with her. Sa mga buwan na 'yon ay hindi ko pa siya nakikilala. I don't even know her name. May mga weird na bagay lang siyang ginagawa, like every 12 noon ay gigising siya upang umalis, uuwi siya ng mga maggagabi na at aalis ulit. Minsan ay nahuli ko siyang may kausap pero wala akong nakikitang kausap niya. Hindi ko na lang pinansin baka habbit niya lang.

One day...

"May ituturo lang ako sa'yo, Faye." Iginaya niya ako sa isang kwarto. 'Yung kwartong abandonado sa 3rd floor ng bahay niya. Nakapagtatakang sa laki ng bahay niya ay mag isa lang siya. Imbis na magtanong ay tumahimik na lang ako.