Until I was Free

Until I was Free

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Nakakapagod pala ang maging isang presong anak. Hindi ko labis maiisip na sa loob nang labing-anim na taon ako'y nasa bahay lamang, naka-preso. Hindi lumalabas at hindi nakikipaghalubilo sa kapwa kong kabataan . Sobrang nakakasawa na. Gustong gusto ko tumakas pero hindi ko magawa pagkat wala naman akong alam na pupuntahan. At sigurado ako na pag dumating ako sa syudad pagtatawanan lang ako ng mga tao doon. Mukha kasi akong babaeng walang pinagaralan inosente sa lahat ng bagay. Ni ultimo telebisyon hindi ako nakakapanood . Hindi ko alam kung bakit ako tinatago ng aking mga magulang. Hindi ko alam kung anong meron saakin, kung ikinahihiya ba nila ako kaya nila ako tinatago? Gustong gusto ko silang tanungin at sigawan, ngunit hindi ko magawa sa pagkat natatakot ako sa maaaring mangyari. Ngunit napakasarap isipin na may hangganan din pala ang lahat ng ito. Akala ko. Akala ko habang buhay na akong magiging preso, akala ko mamamatay na akong walang alam sa mga bagay bagay sa mundo. Akala ko lang pala. Sa pagkat dumating ang lalakeng bumago ng lahat sa akin. Nalaman ko din ang dahilan ng mga magulang ko. Ako'y ninakaw lang pala nila, ninakaw nila ako sa mga totoong magulang ko upang makapaghiganti sila. Napakasakit malaman na ganoon pala ang rason. Na hindi din pala sila ang totoo kong magulang. Masakit malaman ang katotohanan na nabuhay ako ng labing anim na taon sa loob ng kasinungalingan at lihim. Parang napakaimposible ng buhay ko. At sobrang natutuwa ako na matatapos din pala ang lahat nang pag titiis ko bilang presong anak. Nakakatuwang isipin na makakaranas din pala ako ng Kalayaan. At lahat ng yun ay dahil sa lalaking napakaespsyal saakin, inaalay ko sakanya ang lahat ng buhay ko.
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[# 88 in TEEN FICTION on 14/3/18.] [#5 in angerissues on 10/05/2018] COMPLETED!!! No matter where you come from, your dreams are always valid. RULE 1: Never let anyone under estimate the power of your dreams. RULE 2: Always follow rule one. These were the only principles little Ria lived by. Her devoting and protective nature always came out as harsh and bitch-y. Everytime she felt threatened, her claws came out, ready to defend...to destroy. It's only you who knows the value of your dreams. So, what will she do when her exterminator walks into her life, ready to ruin everything she lives for. She fight's. A fight between two souls. ________________________________ "Who do you think you are?" she asked, bravery seeping through every syllable leaving her mouth. A devil carves fear, and when you don't give him that, he is agitated. "Your nightmare baby." he smirked as he leaned closer to her. They say never look into his eyes...he is evil. Don't cross paths with him...he is unforgiving. Never challenge him...he is destructive. But what did she do??? Every damn thing she wasn't supposed to! Add a punch to the already shaky equation and you'll find yourself amidst drama...teenage drama. Is it right to let these two souls collide? "I am not your damn servant whom you order around, get that straight through your thick skull!" with that she walked away like a pro if I may say so...leaving him staring at the place where she previously stood. When an ego is hurt, revenge is born. "Come on guys. . .we need to sort out some things," all his friends could do was watch; watch helplessly, as destruction planted it's ugly claws into their lives. A tale of destruction, misery, loyalty, friendship, trust and betrayal. "If you call yourself a dreamer, I call myself a dream-snatcher. You won't even know what hit you, little girl," he thought, as he smirked wickedly at her retreating figure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Has mild cursing be warned!

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