Every time she looked around, she always saw those faces covered with masks. She kept on closing her eyes, but she couldn't do because of the darkness silently eating her soul. She was living in an idle world insensible with the truth. She was being followed by those huge flashing eyes. She was truly numb with their intimidating looks. How can she live in a world full of worthless people who were created just to make other people's live miserable? How long could she keep her silence inside her pocket? And how could she kill the madness of evil inside her? Could she be able to hold it? Or would be she only unseal the bond and let the darkness cover everything?
She had a daily routine: waking up so early in the morning around 4 o'clock; eating her breakfast and preparing for school for an hour; having a ride in a bus; and lastly meddling around with her dreams while sitting on her chair the whole day long. However, her life wasn't as tedious as you thought because her name was always being involved with different matters in their class. One said, she was the girl at the backyard eating grasses every full moon. Others said, she was the lady in white with a very long hair in the Balete tree. A girl once said, she was the woman with a pair of huge, black feathered wings flying around the city to look for a prey at night. A boy also said that she was the woman in his dreams with well sharpened teeth and with reddish bloody eyes. She was everything! She was the darkness they always talked about.
She didn't care what those beastie brutes were saying. She was particular of who she was and not on who she wasn't. She didn't have a friend or any single one. She didn't need it, because these people around her were just pain in the ass and were always be unreal and fake because even their friends, they backstabbed them and even their best of friends ruined their names to people whenever they weren't around. What sense would it be for having a friend like of those kinds of people? There wouldn't be!
She had a friend, but so far away from her. She only had that single friend because of the fact that less friends means lesser enemies. And she had proved it, many times.
The words of the thugs have evolved. Words turned to actions and the pain was worsened. The dry season became so soggy every time she entered their room. The plain rice on her meal was filled with nasty brownish thing whenever lunch is served. Her ironed white clothes became so russet before she walked out from their school. Her newly bought bag was being flashed out in the toilet. And that was the time a single tear fell from her eyes, however, she didn't cry a bunch because she was still numb. She continued her life and they also continued their cruelty towards her. Worst part was her very long hair was cut into small pieces until she had no hair to comb. Her flawless skin was bruised by blades. Her tongue was cut into two and her life became more miserable. no one dared to talked about it. No one had dared to make an action. No one had dared to care. This time, the expected tears that the beasts were waiting for just happened. She let out a sob which became a cry and suddenly became a shed of tears that turned into a weep. Her home wasn't there to comfort her because of the absence of companion. She was living in her own and she was living without anyone.
It was a rainy season, she was holding an umbrella on her right hand, but she had turned the wrong path. The devil inside of her was being awakened. She had left her minds and her hands spoke for misery. She finished the life of a young worthy life. Blood was there, everywhere. She left the blood streaming down the road cursing the hell that made her life into death.
Her body wasn't found. Her culprit was still missing. No one dared to talk about it. No one had dared to make an action. No one had dared to care.
But, mystery happened when there was one who died soaking from water. A person died with plain rice and nasty brownish thing on her mouth. Another died with her uniform bathed with a russet mud. One was found dead in the toilet with a bag in the bowl. A boy died with his hair scattered on the floor. One passed away with hundreds of bruised on his body. Lastly, a girl was found hanging with her mouth open revealing her half-cut tongue. And the remaining in the class became crazy and lunatics saying that they've seen a girl at the backyard eating grasses every full moons, a lady in white with a very long hair in the Balete tree, a woman with a pair of huge, black feathered wings flying around the city and a woman with well sharpened teeth and with reddish bloody eyes.
No one had dared to talk about it. No one dared to make an action. No one had dared to care. And that was the revenge of the so-called girl at the backyard eating grasses every full moons, the lady in white with a very long hair in the Balete tree, the woman with a pair of huge, black feathered wings flying around the city and the woman with well sharpened teeth and with reddish bloody eyes.
The mystery was still a mystery, but the bullying remained constant yielding to an inexplicable revenge. She had unfolded the mystery, but no one ever found it. She had left the blood still on the road and could never be washed out. She had finished an obscurity that became a mystery.
She was the girl in misery who lived with nothing but melancoly.
