Love.
Suffer.
Pain.
Hate.
That's how my life circulates.
I am sitting on the bench outside the private room of my brother, still he's unconscious.
He saved me from the truck coming towards me a while ago, I know he loves me so he did that.
I saw my mother running and crying, he enter the room of my brother without noticing me next to her is my father. He sat down beside me ang hugged me.
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"You must be the one in coma! You don't belong here!" Mom shouted at me as she enter the room of kuya.
Until now he's not waking up, I stop studying to be with him, to take care and wait him to be okay.
It's been 3 years, and my mom or should I say my step mother is still blaming me for what happen.
In three years, I see how she suffered as I am. So I guess I should end the pain that she's feeling.
After eating dinner outside, my father left us for a meeting. As we arrive at home, I enter my room and look for my guitar.
Then suddenly someone knocks on the door, "I love you mom, so let me end your pain here, you suffered for so many years" I said then hit her with my guitar.
I remove the strings and stitch my mom using it, I took a bath so I can tell a story to my brother.
After the story telling, I locked the doors and remove his life support. I suffered most because of him, I received pain because of judgements that he made. I hate him and our child.
BINABASA MO ANG
Compilation Of Short Stories
AléatoireEvery story has its own insanity, Every letter has its own madness, Careful for it might happen, My pen will bleed to write your destiny.
