Kisses of Tragedy (Published under LIB)

Pens and Knives

Pens and Knives

Smiling and giggling from the memes passing through my newsfeed, a familiar chathead suddenly popped up on my screen. It was a message from Cleo Deus, an avid reader of mine. He's one of my first readers who supported me throughout my journey as a writer in Facebook. And I'm glad he still stayed.

Cleo:
Hi Ella!

Me:
Helloo

Cleo:
Kailan ulit bagong story? Haha.

Me:
Mamaya, I'll post it exactly 5pm.

Cleo:
Sige! Aabangan ko 'yan mamaya.

Writing has always been my weapon to escape reality; to write my heart out; to write what's inside my crowded mind, and to write the things that my mouth can never utter. And one of my great hobbies, whenever I write, is to put my characters into life and kill them with hatred in the end.

Yes, I murder them through words, phrases, and sentences. I kill them with my pen as my weapon rather than stab them with sharp knives. That's how I feed my satisfaction from the cruelty of this shitty reality.

But exactly how?

Well, most of the time, I used names owned by those people whom I hate and who have done bad things to me. As if I'm imagining them as the character in my story and slaughtering them without mercy.

Cleo:
Can't wait to know who's the next person you're going to kill on your story, Ella.

I smiled as I read his reply. Since Cleo and I became close friends, almost all of my secrets are safe with him. Even my dark secrets about mentally murdering people in my story.

I trust him that much.

Today, I used my classmate's name, Kristine Bonagua. My problem with her? I hate her for being so active in the class, let's just say pabida siya masyado. All the teachers could only see was her and her and her!

It's goddamn irritating but I can't hurt nor hit her physically. So, I'm just going to kill her-through my story.

Fourteen times stab on her stomach so she would surely die; chopped both of her arms for always raising her hand during recitations; sewed and stitched her noisy little mouth for being every teacher's pet; and ripped his head off for being so intelligent!

Serves her right!

With a wide grin creeping on my lips, I posted my story at exactly 5 o'clock in the afternoon which everyone gladly liked. I knew they all going to like it: perhaps it's one of their secret fantasies to hurt their own pabida classmates in their class too.

Days until a week have passed, it was a fine Monday morning for me when I heard countless murmurs and gossip behind my back. It was my classmates talking about something I-don't-know-yet.

"Uy, ano pinag-uusapan niyo d'yan?" I queried.

They both turned their heads at me and one of them said, "May tsismis daw kasi na wala na si Kristine, 'yong classmate natin!"

"A-Ano?"

I was a bit shocked. Something like this already happened last month and, probably, this is the second time. What the hell is happening to our society?

"Oo!" Freah said, a glint of fear was seen all over her face. "This is the second time 'di ba? Last time, si ma'am Daisy 'yong namatay."

"At hindi lang 'yon," Jenna added. "They were murdured in a very horrible and monstrous way! Imagine? Sinong walang-awa ang papatay sa kanila nang gano'n?"