Trust In Our Fate [Editing]

Trust In Our Fate [Editing]

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There's Sacrifice, Almost, Giving Up, Hatred, But still, they survived. __________________ "Ma!!" I shout out loud while watching how my parents died. They're Evil!! "MAMA!!!!" I cried harder as I saw how that guy ripped my mother's throat. The guy who was holding me right now, let go. I run to my mother's body. I cupped her face and cry. I looked at my surroundings as I saw my father hanging through the trunk of my favorite mango tree. The guys who did this to my parents left like nothings happened. I looked at the guy whose holding my arms earlier, he smirked at me. I glared at him like I'm torturing him in my head. Our house is on fire, My mother is dead, My father is dead, Nobody's here but me, Im full of their blood, Suddenly I felt someone's prescence behind me. I look back then saw a bunch of......guys. Too late for me to realize that they're a cops or something as my eyes feel tired and everything went black. _____________________________ Trust in our fate by: Alexandria_POWER13 A/N: lahat lang po ng may check na chapters ang tapos ko nang iedit. Thankies!!!
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LANGUAGES USED: Filipino and English ------ The faces in my childhood memories were fuzzy, in fact, I couldn't remember much of how everything went when I was younger. Except, how my mother looked at me with loathe and was constantly unloving. Growing up, I held onto my dad's words, 'you're special' or so I thought. Ever since I remembered, there have been people trying to kill me. Why? Not only was I hated, but others even want me dead! My life only changed when I met strange people coming from a world I only knew existed in my imagination. History was retold. Lies were unveiled. In the end, my blood was heavier than I expected.

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