I walk through the old, gray, dark shallow hallway as the street lights flicker at intervals. There is something about the light that freaks me out. The ten or more of them shine out but each time I get under one it trips off.I glance up at them. Perhaps their wires are faulty but that will be so insane to think because they never are.I guess even the traffic lights are afraid of me. Not like I'm evil but then that's what people think of me as. "It's quite surprising and at the same time interesting how lights think I'm evil too now," I laugh even though it isn't supposed to be funny. But then again it is.A sudden scream echoes afar off— from a building meters away from me.It's like the scream of a man and a woman in a heated argument. But that of the woman is more. The shattering of things I can't ascertain follows and then the woman starts sobbing while the man starts screaming as if he is barking at a kid.A part of me wants to go see what might be making them quarrel at this t

I had thought my so-called dad's threats were just mere words as he would always say to mum every time they quarreled. I guess I underestimated him in that aspect.I acted foolishly for the first time thinking a wicked man could say vain words.It was on the third week after the incident, he and mum had just finished quarreling as they would always do and he rushed out angrily after glaring and cursing at me.I stared at mum, she was bleeding from her lips, hands, and legs. I hate talking about the beatings she always received in each quarrel session because it hurt me more than anything so I often tend to term them all as quarrels."Help me." She muttered faintly, stretched her hand to me, and coughed out blood.I wanted to ignore her because she caused it all to herself. How can anyone still stay in a marriage that caused her so much harm?I wanted to shout at her to go to hell for all I care but then she's my mum and I'm so attached to her. I walked slowly to her and took her stretc

Her cries wouldn't stop. It keeps increasing. If it is just that I wouldn't be a bit concerned but she is kissing him. She is fucking kissing all over his face and soaking him up with her tears.I clench my fist and bare my teeth, tempted to end her chapter just like I ended that of her husband but before I can take a step the whole place begins blaring with cop sirens.As if controlled by the same thing, I and mum turn pale and our eyes dilate. Cops? What are they doing here? Why are they here?I glance at mum and she is crying silently yet shaking her head furiously now. I try to run out but halt, turn back and rush to her. "Let's go before they get here, mum. Let's go." I urge her, stretching my hand for her to take it.Mum doesn't move. She just stares silently at me with tears still dribbling down her cheeks.I hear their footsteps getting closer and my breathing quicken. "Let's go, mum! Let's go!" I wail darting my eyes around as I look for an exit door and a smile form on my li

With how fragile his full, tick-haired head looks, I doubt it would last up to one– or maybe two– minutes if I hit it against the wall not so far away from him.At least if I'm detained for his murder this time around, I'll serve my punishment and my mum will have to be set free. I doubt they won't put bit and bit together after finding his corpse the same way I left my dad's and know that I killed him too. They are smart, they would know.A sour acid-like taste creeps into my mouth and my chest tightens as I remember her. And how she looked when they dragged her away.I wonder what they are doing to her right now, I wonder about the state she is in. I wonder if they would be so ruthless enough to hit her.My fist clenches at the thought of someone hitting her and my heart palpitates.It happens so quickly that I suck in a rush of air and bring my hand to the base of my throat, my eyes rolling over to my head and my breathing going up and up. "Jesus, breathe Bella, breathe," I whispe

No one shouts at me. Absolutely no one! You might probably think that a lie, of course, it is. But then again, it is also the truth.I said no one because I've never termed my so-called dad a living thing. He had always been a living corpse to me so I didn't take whatever he did to me seriously. Killing him still makes me feel so good even though I know that he died so easily and leisurely.I do wish I could bring him back to life and give him a slow, painful death. One he wouldn't have forgotten even in his grave and afterlife as a ghost.I stared at the young girl who had just broken my history by being the first girl to ever shout at me and my deep sapphire blue eyes darkened.I knew it did because I could see it through her eyes. They were as black as coal with no pupil visible yet I could see. Perhaps I could see even more than the girl.My breathing exacerbated and my fists clenched. I didn't know being shouted at could make me that angry, but it did, I knew it, and she knew it