We want Freedom

"Hey Lelouch! Can we play now? My arms are tired! Kanina pa tayo nagpractice ng peice na ito!" My little sister whined. We have an upcoming competition in two weeks, that's why we're practicing.

" Lil sis! Didn't I told you, that you should always speak English or Spanish. Or else, Mother will surely scold us again, if she caught you." I said as I correct her posture. We're musicians, as you can see. I play the piano, while my sister plays yhe violin. We're currently practicing Liebeslied (Love's Sorrow) Kreisler arranged by Rachmaninoff. This will be our piece entry in the Sound Spirit Fest.

A competition that can bring you and your family great honor if you win it. Our mother desperately wants us to win it. Truth is we're actually Filipinos, but we've been adopted by foreigners. Our foster parents are very prideful humans and they were former musicians. Which is one of the reasons why they want us to partake in it.

"But I want to play! Kuya! Let's play!" She whined again, I rolled my eyes and then smiled. Ang kulit talaga ng kapatid ko. Tumayo ako at lumakad palapit sa kanya. She smiled and put down her violin. I was about say that I agree when mother suddenly rage in.

"WHY DID YOU STOP PRACTICING, PATHETIC IMBECILES?!" Said by Mother, shouted rather as she walk in the music room. Her voice was annoyed. "If only I wasn't infertile. I wouldn't have to adopt you and feed you. You useless kids!"

"You've only been practicing for 8 hours and you're already tired?! You scoundrels, I forbid you ta uave any food tonight!" She slammed the door as she said those hurtful words. She does this often, she have anger management issues. Sometimes she lashes out her anger through us.

She locked the door leaving us in the dark room. Lil sis started crying. My heart ache as I watch my lil sis crying. Before I even realize it, my tears also started falling.

My tears started bombarding the tiles of the piano. Dalawang araw kaming hindi pinakain, even water was not provided. There are times that we hang our clothes at the window, at the edge of the stick. Yang ang ginagawa namin kapag umuulan. That's how we get water.

We always wondered that maybe we were born in the wrong country, in the wrong set of parents. Lagi namin hinihiling na sana sa ibang bansa na lang kami pinganak at sana hindi na lang sila ang mga magulang na umadopt samin. I never wanted to lay my fingers on the organ, lil sis never wanted to play the violin either. We never wished to be adopted only to be abused after. Our foster parents clipped our wings forbidding us to fly freely. Yet we still yearn for a day we're we can spread our wings freely.

The day of the competition finally came. We lost. Lil sis fainted halfway playing the peice. Galit na galit ang mga magulang namin. They locked us in the dark room again. Lil sis sat next to me, started hyperventilating, her hands were cold they're also sweating. Just like the weather cold and raining.

Time passed us slowly, we didn't have a clock in this room. We didn't know how long we we're trapped. All that we know is that we're hungry, exhausted, and thirsty. It's like waiting for a degree if we survive, or not.

The door opened slowly while we were sleeping. The creak of the door woke us up, we saw our foster parents approaching us.

Father was holding a pistol while mother was clutching a rope. My father kicked me, and mother tied me with the rope. I tried to shout, I tried to fight back, I did everything that i can to resist, but all of my actions were futile. It made me realize that...

I was weak.

They also kicked and tied my lil sis up. I could see my lil sis' eyes, they were begging for help, but I couldn't do anything. I was useless, i tried moving, but all of my muscle tensed up. And wouldn't move at all.

Father slowly approached lil sis. My eyes were blurry from all of the crying. Because of that, I couldn't see clearly.

Before I even knew it, I heard the deafening sound of the pistol. Father already pulled the trigger as the bullet pierced lil sis' petite body. Her favoriye blue dress was gradully turning to dark red. She fell down the floor, as blood oozes out.

All that I could see was tears in her eyes. It all happened too fast. All that I remembered was my vision turning scarlet red.

I was petrified.

My hands were filled with blood. The floor was filled with blood.

There dead bodies lies on the floor covered with there blood as I stood there. I killed them. NO.

They killed me.

For 14 years I finally mustered the vourage to speak my native language, again.

"Gusto ko ng kalayaan"

The next day the local police came. They found me cradling my lil sis dead body.

A police officer approached me slowly asking "What's your name?"

I looked up and intently stared into his eyes.

"Pilipinas"

A/n: I hope you liked the story and was able to understand the hidden meaning of the story. Thank you for reading this.

Ps. I got inspo from here and there so don't be to shock if you've red other books, and it overlapped with mine.