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A lot of people has been asking me why I am silent. Like, a very very silent person in the whole world. Then, why I am weird, why I don't smile or laugh at things which they found hilarious.

Girls, offered to be my friend but I declined them. 

Boys, make fun of me, I do not care. 

They always said that do I have a feeling, am I a human or maybe I am a robot that doesn't feel anything. 

My life is  simple, as a grade ten student, I don't have any friends. My mom died and my father abandoned me. I have a one sister, who died. Yes, I am alone, saving up myself. I do part time jobs or any jobs just to save myself. I don't have any shoulder to cry on, well I don't even need it. I might die.

And I don't want that to happen.

Monday morning, we have a flag ceremony and our principal announced things which I do not care about. After it, we went to our classroom to start the day, discussing, solving and writing, repeat. I have two years left to become a first year college and after that I will work. I cannot wait that to happen, I want to be a psychiatrist. I want to understand people on their daily lives. 

I felt something heavy touched on my right shoulder. When I lift my head up, I saw a guy staring directly at my eyes. I saw his brown eyes and his hands on my shoulder. When I was about to grab it he smirked and kicked my table. 

Then, he turned his back, walking away. I glared at it and I want to punch him for what he did. I didn't do anything wrong, I was just taking a nap here. 

He exchanged laughters with his friends. I stared at him, blankly and urges me to whack that smile of his. He proudly told his friends, on what my reaction was. I really hate it when somebody disturbs me when I am sleeping. That's so rude.

Vacant time came and I went for a walk at the soccer field. I just want fresh air, to relieve myself. A lot of students were busy talking with their friends, classmates and boyfriend. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes while walking. 

I remembered his face whenever I closed my eyes. It gives me chills, but the most I am afraid of is how he killed my sister. My sister was innocent, she didn't do anything wrong. She cannot talk well, and she was just hungry but he killed her. He's so evil. My mom. 

I quickly opened my eyes and I felt that I was going to cry. When I remembers my mom, I wanted to cry but I cannot. He might kill me, like what he did to my innocent sister. 

"Clara, catch!" I heard someone called for my name. I turned my heels to see it, when a bottle of fresh milk landed on my bare face. I gasped because it's hurts a lot. Maybe later I will get a bruised. 

They approach me while laughing, holding their abdomen as if it was a good joke, or a movie. I hope they will ran out of breath forever. 

A girl with a french braided hair patted my head, smiling. As if I am her precious pet. The other two girls were still laughing while pointing at me. I glared at them.

"You should've catch it, Clara," she said softly. 

I took a deep breath once again and started to walk away, when she grabbed my hair and kicked my knees. It caused me to kneel down but she didn't yet let go of my hair. I glared at her smirking face. 

"Shout and ask for help then I will let go." She rolled her eyes. The smirk on her face was still there.

Again, I remembers his demonic face. 

He picked up a hammer and slammed it on my sister's head. Her cry faded, but his smirk was still there. 

"Keep quiet or else I will kill you," I uttered coldly.

"Keep quiet or else I will kill you," I repeat.

It keeps on repeating inside my head. I was so scared in that moment when I decided to ran away. He didn't stop me, he just... watching me running away.

"Keep quiet or I will kill you!"

***

"Mr. Torres has been arrested for murdering a two years old girl. And for burying it at his house. Police finds out that there's a witness, and they are tracking her already. If whoever sees, Ms. Clara Torres, report it on this hotline--" My face flashed on the wide screen of our classroom's tv screen.

All of my classmates eyed me, surprised. They whispered a lot of things. Good and bad.

I bits my lower lip and began to cry.

And, now he's gone I am freely to cry. I can cry whenever I wanted. He will not kill me.

My mother who committed suicide... I loved her so much. I cannot cry on that moment because he was not arrested yet. He can kill me.

I cried in an anguish. I cried that there's no tomorrow, my heart felt so heavy. I am thankful they caught him.

I can show some emotions now. I can have friends, talk freely. I am free.

AN: Hello! Thank you sa mga nag-add sa kanilang reading list and libraries. Sobrang na-appreciate ko po. At last napansin na rin ang stories ko. Also, I am planning to continue this story. May mga drafts pa kasi ako. Kung interesado man kayo pwede rin na mag-comment kayo sa gusto niyong genre. I will give it a try. Thank you sm po.