Judge all people, let the sinner be convicted and the innocent must be freed from the huge burden. For we are all born a sinner, we should try to be the person we don’t really think we were. For I committed my mistakes that change my whole life but first hear my story.

“Honorable Judge!” I looked at the old man wearing a black toga. “Gentleman of the jury!” the two Nobel young advisers help my case and the other holds the negative and wants to push me to death. “People of the Philippines!” I greeted all the Filipinos who inside the courtroom who wanted to see hows going on on my case, or just gossip what verdict the judge could read on me. I just wanted them to see me if this is the last time, no one knows.

The crowd was silent as the judge started to sit on his metal throne. The other two young man looks at me because I'm sitting beside the judge holding the wooden rostrum. The man who holds my case just smiled at me, convincing me to be honest to myself and to every other people inside, the other one look at me like an already sentenced criminal. I can't blame him for I am not a jury but a man who fleeing my innocent inside my guilty hearts.

“Before you sentence me to death let me tell you my story.”

Eunoia’s Story #3: Forgive Me, People, for I Am Born Sinner

There was a young boy who born from a mistake, his mother choices to leave and live another life. While the boy and his younger sibling stayed on their father's side, and that is me. Forgive me for a very young stage I committed my sin inside my home.

I remembered that I waited until my father sleep so heavily so I could catch money in his pocket, for that I received my punishment. He hears and seen me, he stubs me to death. For he must use that money for many important needs than us, and that is his vice.

I just convince my brother I’m okay, I don’t felt any hurt and I don’t need the food. He beats me, but I never opened my palm because it has some coin in it. He doesn’t see the coin I'm holding, for that simple cent I fed my crying brother who never yet eaten anything started in the morning.

Forgive me people for I stole a pencil from my classmate. When I was young I was bullied they called me dumb because I can't get what the teachers told me. One night my brother tells me his pencil is missing, maybe his classmate again bullied him and hide his only precious pencil. I gave mine, so I am the one who had no pencil, I stole my classmate's pencil. The nasty pencil I saw under his deck, then they all laugh for I had an ugly pencil. I chose to ignore it because I was happy it's still working.

Another sin I committed is I stole food from a neighbors house. We are hungry and we don’t expect that there is any inside the house. We went to the neighbor and ask for any scraps, the lady agreed and tell me to get the food in their kitchen, but the other child who kid of the good lady scolded us for stealing their leaf overs.

I and my brother was born to commit mistakes, for we want to survive and had a fantasy of leaving hell. I thought doing good was nice, but people see my trash. How it's convenient for me to hears the bad words but so hurtful to hears that people also telling it to my innocent brother.

And here comes the night that brings me here with you. It was late night me and my brother happily singing going back home. Then the light in our house was on and our father is waiting on us two. He looked at me his messy face an alcoholic perfume. I know something is wrong going on.

He touches my younger brother and cleans his face. He never does that to him. He grabs my brother's arms and they two enter the house. There is a man waiting at them and check carefully my brother. Then I heard they are bidding and pricing my brother's life. I heard they will use his body as a donor to someones.

I am a young sinner man, but I know how to hears. He looked at me with his eyes started to flow. I rushed into our room, they might or he might think I was a coward and ready to abandon him. But No never I will.

I directly went to my father's room, open the cabinet where I know he's hiding a gun inside. I grab the 45mm revolver, bravely positioned myself going down. I pointed the gun to my Father to warmed him but he just laugh at me and continued to count the money the man gives him. I looked at his eyes.

“Banggggg!” I was frozen, I don’t know where it comes from, but I saw my father looked at me and then suddenly slowly his body lays on the ground. “bangggg!” another one, showed the other man.

I killed them, my father and the man. I killed them with my bare hands. Their blood all over the place, my brother comes to me. He hugged me. “I killed him!” I shouted with glee “I killed my father we are now free!” I laughed, then I hear sirens. Are those people God gives to save us? Or not?

Dear readers;

This is another work of fiction from your Eunoia Writer and I hope you get my message. The story wasn’t real and never happened in real-time. If you think this is a sad story for me it’s neutral.

Give your ending at the comment, I want to read your ending.

*Note: I just wrote this kind of topic depend on the mood and message I wanted to convey, don't judge me LOL

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