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"POKPOK!"
"MALANDI!"
"LAHAT NG LALAKI PINAPATOS!"
"DI NA VIRGIN!"

Isa lang 'yan sa masasakit na salita na narinig ko sa lahat ng tao sa paligid ko. But I don't care.

Nang mamatay ang mama ko, lahat nag bago. I became rebellious. I hate everything, I even hate myself. I hate my life.

Yung dating malinis na mukha ay napuno ng kolorete. Yung dating wala pang 8:00 pm nasa bahay na pero ngayon laging nasa galaan at halos hindi na umuwi sa bahay. Yung dating walang bisyo ngayon ay lagi ng umiinom at naninigarilyo, yung dating masipag mag-aral ay nawalan na ng gana. In short, yung dating mabuting anak naging masama.

It all started when my mom died.

Yes, they didn't know anything. But everything has a reason, why they judge me easily? They didn't know, they didn't know what happened to me.

I hate my father. He is the main reason, because when my mom died, he changed.

He raped me, and his reason is because for him my mother reminded of me. My features is like the features of my mother. I am the little look alike of mg mother.

He really love my mom to the point that he did an inhumane thing... he rape his own flesh and blood, he rape his own daughter. My father raped me.

The mixture of pain, fear, and sadness eat me. I just want to give up. And everyone didn't know about that.

Yes, lahat ng sinasabi nila sa akin ay totoo pero hindi nila alam ang rason.

And I don't need to explain my side to anyone, ano pang sense? Mismong pamilya ko— ang tatay ko ang sumira sa buong pagkatao ko.

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