CHAPTER FIVE: KNIVES

I sat down on a bench outside the Science building. I trotted out my chocolate bun and took a bite. I decided cutting classes would be okay now that I am about to go any time.

           My life is probably the worst a child could ever experience. Anywhere I go, I'm unwanted. Is there someone out there who's experiencing the same case? I hope whoever you are, you still have the fire to fight and defend yourself.

           I closed my eyes and smiled at the warm, soothing breeze which came upon me.

           If for just once I accepted defeat, I'd grow into a pitiable wimpy kid. The day will come. I'll cringe at every word anyone might say to me. Weak, fragile, and worthless. I know I am destined to be someone great. And I will not let anyone taint the idea of it.

           Some kids' whisperings caught my attention. I didn't have to look around to find the source of it.

           I leaned back, dodging when I caught a glimpse of a flying ball heading towards me from my left. I held my breath. Whew! That was effin close! I quickly turned to see who threw the evil ball at me. And it didn't shock me to see Yolly and her gang looking pissed, staring at me as I had just ruined their day.

           I stood up and left the bench. I wouldn't want to further ruin their day by hovering in front of them for too long.

           I found myself in front of the field underneath the tree where I slept the other day. I sat down, willing the bugs away from me. I looked up and watched the clouds. Two years and the closest to the word friend I've got is Carlos.

           Is Carlos' friendship worth Helga and Yolly's wrath? Pfft!

           I don't think I even cared about Helga and Yolly's feelings. Even so, I am too alone to refuse Carlos' offer to be friends. Kids my age should be surrounded by friends, and I don't have any.

           I ignored all the sounds I could hear. I closed my eyes, yet I saw the same image I saw before I approached it.

           "Help! Help! Seena!" my sister is crying for help, and here I am watching the lousy guy pin her down on the floor. He punched her in the mouth, telling her to keep quiet.

           My head floods with the man's horrific laughing. I trembled on the corner of my bed and disregarded the other guy who had just entered the room. I held onto my laptop, the only luxury my poor family had.

           She cried. The wailing of a four-year-old and the laughing men, enjoying the sight of my younger sister's almost naked body, then I heard the ripping sound of her dress.

            I screamed for them to stop. They looked at me and smirked.

"Don't worry. After I've killed her, you're next."

           I dropped my laptop and put my hands on my ear, blocking every sound. I can still hear them! But I can't shut my eyes, blocking the view. I just can't do it knowing that if I did, I just abandoned my little sister.

           For some reason, something happened, and my head started to ache. A moment later, the trembling disappeared. It felt like things fell into the right places. I grabbed the penknife I stashed under my pillow and approached. 

           Calm and quiet. Odd as it may seem, I can only hear ringing in my ears.

           I sat down beside them and looked at the face of the hideous guy with puffy red eyes. He almost jumped when he, alas, noticed my presence, too late, though. I had dug my little weapon unto his throat. 

           "Ahh!" screamed the other guy as he watched his friend roll over the floor, gasping for breath. It appeared that I struck his very windpipe.

           I watched him, too, enjoying his current state. I chuckled and found his choking face funny. He looked like he was making funny faces. His own blood was choking him then, and a crooked smile flooded my lips.

           The other guy yelled and pulled out a knife. I looked at his blade and turned to look at mine. 

           "I'd like a trade, Mister," I said, envying the bigger knife at his disposal. 

           "What trade?!" he asked, alarmed.

           "Your knife with mine?" I said, frowning at his ignorance. I was obviously talking about our knives, and he didn't understand me.

           Instead of answering, he hurriedly walked towards me. I felt the bloodlust in his eyes. I approached him and met midway.

           He screamed as I pulled out the little knife from his right eye. I caught his knife before it fell on the floor. Laughing, I sat on top of him and plunged it on his throat over... and over... and over again.

           No one shall hurt my family. Else I'll kill. I will kill anyone who dares try.

           When I heard my sister calling my name, I rose. I gave one last glance at the guy who's now swimming in his own blood. I snorted, disappointed. I witnessed how the light in his eyes disappeared. And the terrified look in his lifeless gaze didn't bother me at all. I looked at my sister and left to call for help. 

           

           I opened my eyes and stared at the sky. Reminiscing the day I met the demon inside me had been a habit ever since I started hanging out with Mr. Tree here. The monster inside me was evil, but I embraced it. It protected us then. Resenting it will make me an ingrate.

           But even so, it scares the hell out of me. Killing is bad. The worse sin anyone shall probably commit. No matter what, seeking evil like that, I will not. Two lives will be as far as I can get. 

           But you enjoyed it.

           I cleared my throat, stood up, and was about to live when I saw Helga and her clique approaching me.

           "Not again," I whispered and turned the other way. I walked away from them, heading towards the center of the field. It appears that my escape became a choice of a battleground.