Bad Girl

Hey! Everybody seems to be staring at me..

You! You! All of you!

How dare you to stare at me?
Why? Is it because I’m a bad girl?
A bad girl I am, A good for nothing teen ager, a problem child?

That’s what you call me!

I smoke. I drink. I gamble at my young tender age.

I lie. I cheat, and I could even kill, If I have too.

Yes, I’m a bad girl, but where are my parents?

You! You! You are my good parents?

My good elder brother and sister in this society where I lied
Look…look at me…What have you done to me?

You have pampered and spoiled me, neglected me when I needed you most!

Entrusted me to a yaya, whose intelligence was much lower than mine!

While you go about your parties, your meetings and gambling session…

Thus… I drifted away from you!

Longing for a father’s love, yearning for a mother’s care!

As I grew up, everything changed!

You too have changed!

You spent more time in your poker, majong tables, bars and night clubs.

You even landed on the headlines of the newspaper as crooks, pedlars

and racketeers.

Now, you call me names, accuse me of everything I do to myself?

Tell me! How good are you?

If you really wish to ensure my future…

Then hurry….hurry back home! Where I await you, because I need you…

Protect me from all evil influences that will threathen at my very

own understanding…

But if I am bad, really bad…then, you’ve got to help me!

Help me! Oh please…Help me!

 "WHEN REALITY STRIKES"

Everything starts with a dream, a dream that can be our inspiration to

accomplish our goals. When we were children, we've always hoped that we
can serve our nation someday and be part of the progression of our
country.

I've always dreamt of being someone who could make a difference, many
people doubted me and thought otherwise. As time goes by, that dream
faded away.
Each day was a dreadful sight, the coward side of me that didn't dare to
hold on.

I can't do it anymore. I told myself, "Why do I have to suffer like this? It's not
fair!"

Tick....tock....tick...tock.... hearing the sound of the clock made it worst.

I had my chance, just didn't take it.

Now, reality speaks with a familiar sound.

LIFE! IS! GREAT!

"What"

"Are you serious?"

"If this is the life that was planned for me, then I wouldn't want to go on!"

"Go ahead and end it!"

"It wouldn't even make a difference ."

Then reality strikes again..... with greater force, louder than you could
imagine

You are living by choice not by chance!

"I know! That's why I'm living an awful life!"

You made it happen!

"It's what was given!"

You were given all those years, and this is all you could come up with?
Come on!

"I'm hopeless!"

"I'm weak!"

"Are you suppose to rub it in?"

"I get it!"

Reality ended the battle

It's not the end of the world! Time doesn't stop when you fall. That's why
the sky is high. It's something to reach for.

A cold breeze suddenly surrounded me

The view seemed to change!

"Now, I get it!"

So live your life

Be yourself

And see the difference

 THE KNIFE

You! You! Yes I'm referring to you!

You wanted to know the truth or answer to your questions?

Game on!

"YOU'RE crazy!"
My reply is :
"Hahahaha (evil laugh) Yes, I am...I am crazy to seek babble the truth."

"You're a KILLER! MURDERER! "

" Hmm! You are correct! (clapping of hands)
Yes, I am a murderer and I even enjoy seeing his blood on my hands after
stabbing him on his chest with the same knife... same knife he use to killed
my family".

It seems like everything just happened yesterday as I can still remember

every details related to it. It was my 5th birthday, July 22, 2006, we decided
to celebrate at home and invited a few people and he was one of the
"SPECIAL" guest as per my fathers description.

"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday! Happy birthday! Happy Birthday

Angel Stella Dixon!"

"We love you so much our little Angel" - my mom said.

As the day ends, our visitors parted ways with smile on their face and leave
so much joy on me. It was most memorable moment in my life.

While secretly eating an ice cream under our kitchen table, I hear crashing
sounds near me.

Dad! (I SCREAM LOUDLY)

I saw my dad, my most loving and caring dad covered with his owned blood
whose neck was cut off from his body. Blood burst from his neck and was all
over the floor.

And the special guest whose no other than your beloved Senate President
"Stevan Cruz" run towards me and
Terrified with what I saw, I shout and run towards my mom who was on the
living room

"Mommy, Mommy... (sobbing) "

My mom come towards me and said

" Always remember we love you until our last breath. Run my little
Angel...run! Run now!

My mom tried to fight back with the baseball bat, but the person you think a
SAINT, stab my mother without no hesitation and killed not only my mom
but also my 7th month little brother settling in my mom's womb with that the
same knife.

"You can now punished me! Punch me! Hurt me!

I encourage you to kill me instead because I am contented with the outcome
of my doing! Hahaha"

And last thing I remember was I stab my neck with the same knife and
everything went black.
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