KING OF TORMENTS [Completed]

CHAPTER 15

The moment I was born as the daughter of Leandro Sinclaire, my life was already complicated. Being a Sinclaire entailed both privilege and complications. My hands were already tainted with bloods from the people I've killed. My heart was already calloused due to my parents' greediness, betrayals and failed expectations.

Despite the sadistic truth of being a Sinclaire, at the end of the day, I still managed to sleep peacefully every night. Every time my back touched the bed and closed my eyes, I felt normal. Sleeping made me feel the equality, because no matter who you were, no matter how society looked at you, poor, rich or what, we all have the privilege to sleep. There were some instances where sleeping seemed hard for other people, but that was not my case. Sa pagtulog ko na lang nararamdaman ang kapayapaan kaya ni minsan, hindi ito naging mahirap sa akin.

Not until I uttered that name.

Dale.

For the first time, sleeping became hard for me. Dahil kahit gaano ko ipikit ang aking mga mata, hindi maalis sa aking isipan ang mga nangyari sa kwartong ito. Napaupo ako sa kama at tulalang napatingin sa kawalan. Tila naging manhid ang aking katawan dahil sa aking mga katanungan. Halos hindi ko na nga nabigyan nang atensyon ang aking mga sugat. Kung hindi pa nagawi ang aking paningin sa salamin ay hindi ko mapapansin kung gaano kalala ang kalagayan ko.

Natuyo na ang dugo sa aking pisngi at namamaga na rin ito. Magulo ang buhok ko at walang kabuhay-buhay ang aking mga mata. Hindi ko mapigilang mapangiti dahil pakiramdam ko, sa pagtingin pa lang sa mata kong tila tinakasan ng buhay, nabibigyan ako ng pahapyaw kung ano ang magiging hitsura ng ama ko kapag nabigo. We have the same eyes after all. Ngunit saglit lamang ito, muling bumalik ang anino ng kasamaan sa aking mga mata nang dumako ang aking paningin sa aking braso. Ito ang pinakanasugatan sa parte ng aking katawan.

Nakagat ko ang aking labi nang muli kong naalala kung paano ito hinagupit ng latigo ni Davil. That devil... Damn.

I used the remaining time in cleaning my wounds and applying first aid. Mabuti na lang at kumpleto sa kagamitan ang dormitory ng Superior.

Napabuntong hininga ako.

Hindi ito ang unang pagkakataon na nakakaramdam akong may kulang. I found it intriguing every time I felt that I was missing something I could not even identify. Peculiar. At dahil sa nangyari, pakiramdam ko konektado ito sa bagay na hinahanap ko na hindi ko matukoy kung ano. Maaaring ito ang maging kasagutan kung bakit nakakaramdam akong may kulang, kahit wala namang nawala sa akin in the first place.

That name made my emotions turned haywire just by simply uttering it. My thoughts right now was in turmoil also. Sapat na siguro ang mga dahilang iyan para masigurado kong may mali talaga sa aking sarili.

Kakasikat pa lang ng araw nang nagpasya akong lumabas sa dorm. I could not sleep even when I was so exhausted. Might as well use my time for better purpose.

Dumaan muna ako sa cafeteria para kumain. Wala pa'ng ibang estudyante maliban sa akin. Naging tahimik ang aking agahan. No insecure bitches, jerks and womanizers. A good scene to start my day.

Agad kong hinanap ang tinatawag nilang Intellectual Assessment Room pagkatapos kong kumain. Gusto ko mang suwayin si Saunder pero alam kong wala akong laban sa kapangyarihang mayroon sila sa paaralang ito.

Imagine, Davil's dictum was irrevocable and absolute. His words were the rules. I hated how students bowed down and trembled just by seeing them. I hated how they monopolized every thing. Teachers here, the faculty and other personnel were just their puppets.

If Davil was ruthless, I knew Saunder and the other members of the Upper Hierarchy were also downright evils.

Wala akong ideya kung saan hahanapin ang Intellectual Assessment Room na sinasabi ni Saunder.