Villain's Ending

Chapter III: Violence is only my voice

This story may contain scenes that are triggering for some readers and find disturbing. 

Klaus' friends stared at me with sympathy when I said something. "I'm no longer alive. It would no longer be my issue. I hope I will forget you all."

Why are they here, exactly? Did they harm me in any way? I don't even have an interaction with them before I die.

I mean, I did, but nothing special with it.

Everything that is going on is weird. To be honest, I'm perplexed right now.

I don't know what will happen after we die. I don't even know if there is a heaven or hell because I never believe in gods.

"What are trying to say? Did you bump your head and gone insane?" Aunty Stacey said. "Now, you are angry. Don't forget we feed you. Not everyone has food to eat. Not everyone has a home. So, you should be grateful that we gave you things."

Is that something I should be happy with? 

I looked at Dad before I spoke, "Because that is your responsibility as a parent."

"You should say that your mother. Your not my child." Pinigilan ko ang pagpatak ng luha ko. "We are not even sure if you are Claudette's daughter. You should be thankful we accepted you."

I'm sick of hearing that I am an illegitimate child. I feel like I do not belong in this family.

"Why should I be thankful for anything? What makes you believe you're so good at me? You're even involved with the cops that killed me." I chuckled when I realized it. "Yeah, thanks on that, I'm dead. Now, I'm at peace, but why do you have to keep haunting me?"

"What do you mean by cops?" Klaus asked.

"You can't remember? This afterlife is weird. I don't even know what's going on."

"Did you have a nightmare?" Dad asked, and I turned to face him.

"I always have. Waking up is a nightmare to me."

"Oh, then, why aren't you hanging yourself?" Aunty Stacey responded, making my tears fall.

No one even tried to stop her. No one is even angry at her. No one even tries to help me. They all stared at me with pity in their eyes.

I realized that this is not an afterlife. 

My eyes hurt from crying earlier. So, everything is real?

Is this not part of Afterlife? What's going on? Did I turn back time?

If I should know about it earlier, then I didn't do a dramatic scene there. It was humiliating, arghh!!

They didn't even say sorry to me, and I walked away as if nothing had happened. So, awkward.

I hope I won't see their faces again, but that is impossible. I live with them, and they are my schoolmates.

If things go back, I want it the days I'm a sperm. So, I could stop myself from winning the race.

Napahawak ako sa mata ko dahil sa sakit. "Sh1t." Mura ko at saka tumayo.

Hinay hinay kong binuksan ang pinto at sinilip kung may tao. Sinara ko naman toh ng napansin kong walang tao. "Wait, should I go out?" I asked myself. "f0ck!"

Kakasabi ko lang sana di ko sila makikita pero ngayon kaharap ko siya habang pinapahid ko ang ice sa mata ko. 

I backed away, expecting him to approach, but instead, he opened the refrigerator. "Is your eyes hurt?" Klaus asked while pouring water into the glass.

Diba halata? Kitang kita mo nga gaano kapula yung mata ko eh at namamaga eh. 

"Of course not. Why would it be, right?" I said sarcastically and threw the ice in the sink out of annoyance.

Umalis na ako kasi di ko kayang makasama siya.

When I got upstairs, I saw Dad standing outside my room and wondering if he would knock. He was surprised when I uttered, "What are you doing?"

"Ahh... Herésilia. I'm sorry." Dad said, then I chuckled after casting a sidelong glance.

"Why are you apologizing?" I gave him an icy stare. "Does that sorry makes everything better?"

"What do you want me to do to make things okay?" 

"Don't let me see your face. That would make my day complete." I said as I walked inside after opening the door. "Good night." I slammed the door.

Wait, have I been too harsh? As if I never did. Funny, why am I so concerned about what I just said?

"What do you want me to do to make things okay?"

Would you say that if I hadn't said anything earlier? What made you believe you could do something? You can't even protect me from Aunty Stacey.

Argh, here we go again, crying. 

I never cry back then. I mean, I did but not always. When did I become weak? Am I weak for crying? Am I weak?

"Ah, I'm tired." I said and closed my eyes.

Nagising ako dahil may kumakatok sa pinto, kula nalang sirain niya eh. Pagbukas ko nito ay natamaan yung ilong ko dahil sa pagtulak nung maid sa pinto. 

Binigyan ko siya ng masamang tingin pero inikotan naman ako ng mata. Kaya hinila ko ang buhok niya at saka pinisil ng madiin ang kanyang ilong para di makahinga. Hinila rin niya ang aking buhok kaya mas diniin ko ang pagpisil. 

"What the h8ck you are doing, Lia!?" Rinig kong sigaw ni Klaus kaya napatigil kami sa paghila ng buhok at pagpisil ko sa ilong niya.

That line... 

"Are you—." Napatigil siya ng sinabayan ko siya.

"Are you a murderer?"

"Is that what are you going to say? I also what to ask myself if I'm a murderer." I said. "Am I murderer for defending myself?" Tinulak ko ang maid sa kanya at pinaalis niya.

Natahimik siya, di niya alam anong sasabihin niya. Pati ako di ko alam kung anong susunod na sasabihin ko.

"But still... Do you have to do that?"

"I do. If I won't, then I can do anything else." I replied. 

I was about to walk away, but he spoke out, "You can just voice it out."

"Do you think someone will hear me? Even if I'm drowning, no one will ever hear me screaming for help." I raised my eyes to the ceiling. "It's not easy as you think. If I'm not violent, no one will notice me."

"It is the only voice I have."

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