Kennedy
Shelter 4 6:40am
The sun rise. The birds chirping. The smell of coffee. That was I am expecting to be my breakfast but no. Hindi sunrise ang sumalubong, kundi patay. Hind huni ng ibon ang almusal, kundi ang bulongan at sigaw. Hindi amoy ng kape ang unang maamoy, kundi kakaibang amoy at naghalong amoy dugo.
Does god has favoritism? Or lucifer's favorite child was me?
I never wished to have a morning wake up like this. A pale man full of blood on the bed while the kitchen knife stabbed on his chest and his eyes is quite opened. The murderous desires of the people is alarming.
Hanggang dito ba naman sinusundan kami ni kamatayan?
"Did someone call the police?" The student council was present in a party and the other professors who looks more terrible than the victim. And ofcourse, the student who loves to gossips are on.
"Meron na. Pero, one hour pa ang dating nila dahil medyo malayo ang station dito sa city." One of the staff's camp said.
"Great." I exclaimed. Lagi nalang late ang police sa agahan! I diverted my gaze on the hopeless body. I know him, I just forgot his name. Medyo hindi na maganda ang itsura niya. "I am sorry, but we need to investigate." Sabi ko at lahat sila napatingin sa akin. Some of them look amazed but the others looks like I made a joke. Who wouldn't? Do I look like I am capable of solving crimes? No. But for me, yes. Hey! I can kill thousand of people.
"Let just leave this matter to professionals." One of the professor said. The story teller of the class.
"I loved so. But you're giving the culprit a chance to dispose the evidence. Which do you prefer, sir?" I asked and turned my gaze to him. He's confused and shocked. Well, aren't they all? He even took a photo on the poor dead body. What's gotten into him? Don't tell me, he'll post it in all social media flatforms? I snorted. His apathy is alarming too.
"You're just a kid!"
"Me, being a kid, has nothing to do with solving cases." But how about the adult? They can? The gap is a common excuses of the society. Good or bad, but either will do. And I actually used to it.
Tinignan ko ang tatlong lalaki kasama ko na nanahimik at hindi rin mabasa ang mga itsura nila. Kung sabagay, parepareho lang kaming mga bagong gising. I sighed, I need to lie.
Oh wait, I am always lied. Right? I laughed.
"My father was a japanese detective and he trained me at age of 10. And I already took a crime last year and I successfully solved the case with ease." I heard on my back clicked his tongue and while the other just hissed. Hindi siguro nila inaasahan ang sasabihin ko. "If you don't believe me, search niyo. His named was Detective Yuro Sahara from division 3." Sagot ko dahil halata sa mukha nila na hindi sila naniniwala.
"She's telling the truth." Someone said. "Her father was once the great detective of japan. But he resigned afterwards because he moved out here in the philippines. May ilang kaso din siyang sinolve dito, but he didn't registered himself here as a detectives."
I lied about the crimes last year. He never trained me, ako ang nagt-train sa sarili ko. I lied about my father too. So, who is yuro sahara? I laughed. That's for you to find out.
"Paano mo naman nasabing may pumatay sa kanya?" Someone shouted again. Can I steal the spotlight for a while?
Lumapit ako sa bangkay habang nakapagcross ang kamay at sinipat ito mula ulo hanggang paa. I pointed the hands and the knife.
"Look how the way he hold the knife." Hindi ko idinikit ang kamay ko sa bangkay at nanatiling nakadistansya. "Paano niyo hawakan ang kutsilyo kapag gusto niyo saksakin ang sarili niyo?"
BINABASA MO ANG
PSYCHOLOVE
Mystery / Thriller'Why I have a feeling that I am responsible in someone's death? Did my unconscious mind did the killings?' She has a murderous thoughts and desperate for justice. The justice is on her hands. But could she give a justice behind the suicide incident...
