Jayden Shein’s sentiments
I-I killed someone.
W-What have I done?
Ilang ulit ko ng hinugasan ang kamay ko sa gripo, just to wash it over and over again but the dirt of my sin remained. He entered, my great father who doesn’t give a damn to his son’s sake. I’m so ashamed to be his son.
“Mabuti at gising ka na! Alam mo ba ang ginawa mo?” I didn’t bother to look at them. They’re making me sick. I even heard mom cries, for what? I’m so sick to live with their expectations. I’m so sick to be their son.
“Humarap ka sa akin!” I didn’t move nor flinch. I am a criminal. I killed someone. I’m so sick of these hands. They are dirty. How many times should I rince it para lang mawala ang dumi ng nagawa ko? No. It’s permanent. It’s like a virus, running towards my system and slowly killing me.
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