F-Fear
Smiling and giggling from the memes passing through my newsfeed, a familiar chathead suddenly popped up. It was a message from Leo Franco Baldoza, an avid reader of mine. He is the first and the most supportive reader of mine. He always wait for my updates and because it we became best of friends.
Leo:
Hi Gina!
Me:
Hallu, Leo!
Leo:
Kailan ka ulit magpo-post ng story mo?
Me:
I already wrote a story but I'll post it tomorrow at exactly 12 AM.
Leo:
Really? Aabangan ko 'yan ha?
Me:
Aww. Thank you for always supporting me, Leo. I really really appreciate it. I hope that you will like the story I wrote earlier, I'll dedicate it for you.
Leo:
Of course, I will like it. By the way, thank you in advance.
Writing is has always been my weapon to escaped the reality; to write what is inside my pessimist mind; and to write the things I really want to share in public. One of my hobbies whenever I write stories is to kill my characters.
Yes, you heard it right. I murder them through words, sentences and phrases. I kill them with the help of my pen as a weapon instead of stabbing them using knives, dagger, katana, and guns. That is how I feed my luxury from the brutality of this shitty validity.
But how?
Nicely, most of the time, I used names owned by those people I loathed and have done something bad to me. As if I am concluding them as the person or character in my story and massacre them without any sympathy.
Leo:
Can't wait to know who is the next person you are going to massacre on your story, Gina.
A wide smile escaped from my lips as I read his message for me. Since Leo is my longest avid reader and also my bestfriend, I comfortably tell him my secrets, even my dark secret which is massacring someone through my story. I trust him that much and I hope he won't break my trust.
On my story I wrote earlier, I used my cousins name, Jessica Mae Pandes. My problem with her? I hate her for not telling me what's is the problem between us. She suddenly avoided me without the telling the damn reason. And once, she torn me in the eyes of our friends and other relatives. Our friends and others relatives could only see was her fake attitude, a demon disguised as an angel attitude in other word, bait-baitan attitude. She is fucking irritating but I can't hurt her physically because of the fact that I still care and love her. So, I am just going to kill her through my story. Fifteen times stab on her stomach so she would decisively perish, chopped both of her arms, stitched her noisy filthy mouth for ruining me, and ripped her head off for being so irritating person. Tss. Serves her right!
With a wide grin escaping on my lips, I posted my story ay exactly 12 AM which everybody gaily liked. I knew that they all going to like it, presumably it is one of their secret fantasies. To hurt the person who ruin their life.
Days until a month have passed, it was a nice Friday afternoon for me when I heard innumerable grumble and rumors behind my back. It was my parents, talking about something I don't know yet.
"Mom? Dad? Ano po ang pinag-uusapan niyo?"
They both turned their heads at me and one of them said, " I got message from your Aunt that contains a news about your cousin, Jessica."
"What about her?" I said without any traced of intrusive reaction on my face. "She died," my mother said, a glint of sympathy was seen all over her face. "Someone masscred Jessica. She masscred without any sympathy," My father added.
