To the Forest that Bargains Life

y start

I did was mourn, and mourn, blaming myself that whatever

enched, a turmoil inside me stirred u

laces, stygian lights, and curtains that hindered light from the sun. There on

feet aloft it was excruciatingly with a slow rapid-fire hauled by its tremendous mouth, sending me to

crete canoe that would never make me drown in the deep ocean that was wa

rom the place but in the alternate way. A wilted flower that was blown by the w

and whispering to my ears. Death, too. They were teasing me, mocking

there weren't one of them left li

, "Sweetheart, aren't you coming out?" and I would mutter,

at had happened to my mother, but I somehow knew that he'd remain in the picture. He wou

wished

t to our campus: waking up early in the morning, doing my morning rituals, eating breakfast quietly

of my Mom years ago haven’t had that talk, a talk so casual and so happy that I couldn’t long for. I have to be

ere was one that I had before but he moved to a foreign country and lived his life there for a lifetime, and of course, h

enses. . . With ever

e, a potent to make me

ained inside my head. I was locked in my bedroom, crying all the time endlessly, and

f mine, it was neve

y batch. Like what happened when I was a ninth-grader student, because that time I had attained t

rs. . . I despised still myself and my father even more. Whenever I think of my mother, I couldn’t a

was never the

I badly wanted to hurt myself to the pits of the hell inside me, burning my heart alive, torturing my ever

enough for

il

ling weirded out for how strange she looks. My eyes are sore, the wavy black hair of mine is a mess, c

t I want to take off myself. These blue eyes of mine are similar to the a

hen I heard

w how the door is cracked open, m

een, wanting to push him away as he rushed toward me with that filthy face—a worried look. I hate seeing

hich makes me look at

my seat and make me stand on my feet. Grippi

s they are, the only

access and unlock the door of my room seems off, but somehow, I can’t

y does he has to do this to me, hence, I can’t

is hand off me. “Explain.” I

Of all people that I have to speak myself

y bit of my soul, wrecking the tranquility that

, thank goodness that I stoppe

thinking it's ridiculous of me to utter words, to question him. It makes me go bur

and said, “We are

tly replied, s

doing it already. He wants me aw

for the s

this place as soon as p

said,

’t mak

ever contributed good health to your condit

o.

evil intent. He has to say them, an

hy I hea

pset my mother

espectfully said. “How will I have a good

apped

eakin

eposterously

do

step ba

for forgiveness, his mouth aga

oice broken. “Just forg

e asked, eyes widened

imminent my direction, I ran

!” he ordered, shouting, but n

ent, all I could think of is hurry. I searched my ey

ag. But I chose the bag because it is convenient so I picked it up and stood up, then I quickly dashed to my

suddenly have the u

mmed it anymore. It made me crease

waste of time either. It's already removed, just a bit tightened for it to not fall suddenly. I removed it before

the windowsill. Honestly, our house is a two-story one. I'

? Is he hiding somewhere and waiting for me to lu

ve

at the cl

behin

there al

inted, wavering. “Prove myself?” he continued, then he chuckled after.

I want to say those words as a reply to him, but I

, I'm

ad, I loathed you. I really do, but that doesn't mean th

uttered a s

silently is for you to fight. Yo

u don't un

f you’re sending me to States because you want to bring me to

Avery,

op him again. “Let

erhaps from w

ay there until I leave.” A tear then escaped

paused, “. . . wi

. “So wait for me u

, but I still d

go.” I leaped my other feet on the windowsill and grabbed the nearest wall to st

the car is i

bitterly.

new it, I

eath before jumping, closed my eyes as soon as I did.

t h

ck to my sense, I am in the garage, looking for the key. I found my

allic object insi

s ri

ndeed

my bag. Then I went inside as

arted befor

barely from what'