Her Life
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Chapter 1: Her Life
Is This Really the Purpose of Living in This World I Inhabit?
Is this what life is all about? To wake up each day and be bombarded by problems that were never mine to begin with? To carry the weight of burdens that shouldn’t even be mine to bear? I walk through life with eyes wide open, seeing the agony and suffering of others—yet I am helpless, reduced to a bystander, unable to lift a hand or say a word that could change anything.
I witness cruelty that goes beyond explanation. I see people’s lives being taken from them by the hands of those who have no right to do so. Life is a gift granted by God, and only He has the authority to take it back in His perfect time. So why do these horrors unfold before my very eyes? Why are the innocent caught in the merciless grip of evil? Why are people made to suffer for sins they did not commit?
Screams pierce the silence.
“No! Aaahhhh! H-Help! T-There’s a thief! A-Ahhh!”
Then a gunshot rings out.
A woman is left lying lifeless on the ground. She had no chance to defend herself—just another victim of the rampant violence that poisons our streets. Is this the fate of people like us? Innocent souls who only wish to live quietly and in peace? Are we born just to suffer? I stood frozen, unable to move, unable to help. But even in that moment of helplessness, I held on to my faith in God.
I continued walking home, down a dark and narrow alley. The streets were silent—eerily so. Not even an ant would dare disturb the stillness. But I was used to this; I often walked home late at night. The moon's glow served as my light and guide. Somehow, its soft radiance gave me comfort.
But tonight was different. The moon looked strange. It had a darkness to it, not just in color but in presence. Its aura was pitch black, unsettling. Tonight was the night—the night the moon would become one with something else. As it reached its full form, a sudden gust of cold wind struck my skin. It was sharp, almost like blades brushing across my arms. And then I heard it—sounds in the distance. Not ordinary noise, but moans. Haunting, longing moans that hinted at something unnatural.
The hairs on my arms stood on end. I quickened my pace, a sense of dread creeping in. The closer I got to home, the heavier the feeling in my chest became. Something was wrong. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that something terrible was about to happen. And then, the signs revealed themselves.
“AHHH! L-LET ME GO! YOU MONSTER!! ARGH!!!”
It was my mother’s voice.
I froze.
From a distance, I quickly hid behind the bushes near our house. My heart shattered as I saw what no child should ever have to see. A creature—inhuman, monstrous—had my mother in its grasp. She was helpless on the ground, her body limp, as the monster sank its fangs into her neck. I saw it clearly—its blood-red eyes, its sharp, glistening teeth, and the brutality with which it drained the life out of the woman who gave me mine.
And then, in her final moments, she looked straight at me. Her gaze met mine through the darkness. She smiled—softly, sadly—and whispered her last words just before the wind carried her soul away:
"My child, be careful. I tried to protect you from the world you truly belong to, but destiny has caught up with me. Leave this world you have grown up in. Find the place where you truly belong, the place meant for you since the moment you were born. Discover who you really are—the real you that has long been waiting to be awakened. Save our kind. Save our world. I love you deeply, my child. Until we meet again..." – Marisse Alcanta
Those words now echo in my heart, a painful reminder of what I’ve lost, but also a call to discover what I must become.
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