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Prologue

PROLOGUE

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"In the Name of Jesus, I pray... Amen!"

The eight-year-old me clasped my hands after praying. As I opened my eyes, mukha agad nina Mommy Keira at Daddy Creyn ang nasilayan ko.

I smiled at them, currently sitting on my bed and back against the headboard. "I'm done praying, mommy! Daddy!"

Ngumiti si mommy and she sat beside my bed. Daddy remains standing at the doorframe with smile on his face.

"Do you think Lord our God heard my prayers, mommy?" I asked with pure innocence.

"Of course, Khel darling. He always does. You should always pray, hm? Lord would love to listen to your prayers," sabi ni mama and she leaned closer to kiss my forehead. "Good night, my love."

Mommy stood up and walks toward my dad's direction. They both stood at the doorframe. Daddy switched the light's off and took one last check on me.

"Sweet dreams, Khel." And daddy closed the door.

If only I knew that was my last night with them, I should've just spent the moment with my parents instead of wasting my time praying to that non-existing... god.

No, I don't believe in god. At least not anymore.

Because if He does, He should have heed my prayers. All I ever prayed was to keep my family safe and happy... But it didn't happen.

That midnight, I was awakened with unpleasant scent. Smoke invaded my sight and I can hardly breathe. My chest tightens, suffocated. The entire room was devoured by fire. The whole house is on flame, slowly combusting the edges of wall and ceiling. I heard my mom screaming and dad's yelling out for help. I can't see them no matter how I tried to search behind the smoke. All I saw was their silhouettes.

For an eight-year old boy, it was chaotic and I still can't wrap my head around the tragic circumstance.

All I knew that time was the huge FIRE horrifies me.

I lost consciousness and when I recovered, I found myself inside the hospital, lying on a white bed. The doctor came and so did my aunt- Auntie Kyla.

The next thing I heard was the worst news... "Your parents... are gone."

And then I cried. Face soaked with tears. At such young age, the innocence was still forcing me not to blame anyone but the FIRE that killed my parents. Then my aunt embraced her arms around me, crying at the same time.

It was heartbreaking.

Noong libing na nina mommy't daddy, natatandaan kong umuulan noon. Other relatives and attendees already left because the rain had gone heavier. Meanwhile, I asked to stay longer at the place to mourn with my parents' death.

I was wearing all black and my aunt's standing next to me, shedding both of us with her dark umbrella. We're facing my parents' grave, staring blankly at the stone with their names engraved on it.

"In loving memory of KEIRA AND CREYN DAVIDSON, rest in peace."

The raindrops falling onto puddled ground and wetting the grave's yard. Yet here I am, with my aunt, standing at midst of rain and sadness enveloped the atmosphere.

That moment, I buried hatred to this... God... and vowed that I would never believe in Him anymore.

No. Not anymore.

...Or so I thought.

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