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"Take care." Kuya Mike tells me a good-bye.

It is Saturday and I want a vacation. Just a vacation to relax myself, anyway. The memory of yesterday is still fresh on my mind.

I sigh, "Bye." I reply to my brother with a faint smile.

After that, I ride gracefully on my black and red Ducati Kawasaki Ninja 300. As I start the engine, I run the motorbike up to 60 kilometers per hour.

My destination for today is in a forest. Living in a forest is peaceful, serene, and relaxing.

Moreover, I'm all alone on the road, and it's getting dark. I have my bag filled clothes with ammunition, yes.

We actually have a house there—a rest house, to be exact.

And what is with Chance, by the way? I smirk bitterly. Why do I need to go somewhere around just to have peace?

Pathetic, right?

I told Kuya Mike about it. He said that he knew already that I have this feeling for him, but I'm just too naive to discover.

I'll be fine. I shall be happy with my busy life right now.

I just continue driving. I'm about to reach the thirtieth mile of my travel when my motor bike lose of fuel.

I curse silently. What's with the odds and I'm fated to be in this ugly circumstance?

I sigh. Guess I have no choice but to walk along with my motorbike. It's now 18 o'clock in the evening. I feel so lost with my imaginary 'me', walking somewhere down the spooky road.

I can see the fog slowly enveloping the whole place as the sun is meant to go down. Many trees standing here for years, but some of them are dying—just like life, it's destined to end and withers to dust.

No one's here. No houses, but pure straight road.

I let out a frustrating breath, maybe I'll find one later. As I walk for a few meters, I sight a small house from not afar.

A creepy house, and there is a old gasoline station nearby. Thank about being lucky.

Mukhang may tao naman. Nakasindi kasi ang ilaw nila.

I park my Ducati when I reach the creepy house. I knock on the door first, but nobody answers. Seems like somebody didn't hear my knocks.

I reach for the the door knob and twist it. Good thing, it is unlocked, so I enter the house.

Inside, I already spot an old lady facing me back. She is murmuring about something or somewhat that I don't understand. Is she a cult or other else? I think, she senses my presence and turns her head to my location. Her eyes are red and has dark circles around; her face have sign of aging lines and wrinkles. She's just an ordinary old lady, any way.

The aura here is uneasy, there's something looking at me—rather someone, I would say—here in just a short distance.

"Pasensya na po sa abala," magalang na sabi ko. "Pero, maari ho ba akong maghingi ng tulong?"

Dahan-dahan siyang humarap sa akin, "Ano ang maitutulong ko sa iyo, hija?"

"Kayo ho ba ang may-ari ng gasolinahan? Nawalan po ako, para lang po sa aking sasakyan."

"Oo, hija, halika." Pagkasabi niya, tumalikod na siya.

If I am not mistaken, I catch the glimpse of her evil smile.

I just shrug and start following her where she went. The structures of the house are old and brittle; the creaking sound of the wooden floor whenever I step on it is creepy, and in any moment, it will break easily.

As we head outside, she takes the pleasure to fill my tank while I'm just giving her an awkward grin. She has been staring at me with evil thoughts inside her head.

After minutes of feeling the awkwardness, I heard some footsteps from behind. Based on their steps, there are four men. I can also hear their breathing, ragged and guttural. Meaning, they are just weaklings. Real fighters are trained to have silent footsteps and breathings.

Isa lang ang naiisip ko, mga sindikato sila.

I'm bit surprised when she points a gun at me. She smiles creepily and devilishly.

Heh. Old lady, you have just showed your true dark colors.

I peer on them, next one to another. They only have one thing in common: they are so ugly.

Okay, I can laugh with my own hilarious criticism.

I just shrug my shoulders, losing my interest to these stupid-ass looking people. I have weapons in my backpack, and I can kill them all in just ten seconds. But nah, I'm bored, so I'll just have to pretend that I'm a hopeless girl and play this game instead.

I sigh with a deadpan look on my face. This can't be helped. Why do these people decide to play this troublesome game with me that they could die? Gee. One of the reasons why I kill people because they are so stupid. So stupid I could die.

As I surrender myself, they place my hands behind as they tie them tightly, and then they bring me to a room where there's only a table inside. The place is sort of dark and only a small light bulb gleams the whole place.

They're laughing evilly as if they have hit the jackpot prize in the lottery.

The guy in my left makes me sit on the table. I remain silent and composed. It's actually my plan to be silent at this moment, because I want them to think that I'm weak and powerless to fight back. But unlucky for them, they're just simpleton idiots who's deceived by this beautiful rose with thorns.

As they place their guns beside, the old lady and the other guy goes outside. Maybe, they're going to steal my backpack and Ducati.

"Jackpot, pre!" Sabi ng isa pang lalaki sa akin. "Ang ganda ng kuntis!"

I'm wearing a crop top along with my denim jacket. I also wear a high-waisted fishnet tights and a ripped denim shorts. For my footwear, I have this black biker boots. As for my accessories, I wear a choker necklace with a kunai pendant, types of earrings and earblings—'cuz I have these piercings in my ears—, leather bracelets, chains, studs, laces, and onyx beads in my hands. I'm I actually love my style today. Modern grunge style.

"Oo nga, pre!" Sang-ayon ng isa. Napakamalas ko at may naiwan na tatlong mga pangit dito. "Ang bango pa!"

I remain emotionless. Wait, how many times did I shiver in disgust? I think, many times. But I got to deal with this shit for a while.

Ngumisi ang nasa harap ko, mukhang siya ang boss.

Looks like I have entered a wrong house. Ah, no. I actually entered a wrong house. I know from the very start that this will be dangerous. Anyway, I can take care of myself that's why I decided to play danger. It's my favorite game, and I know, I will win for sure.

"Ibuka ninyo ang hita niya." The leader of the gang orders and the two complied.

I laugh on my mind, they want it?

Holy fuck. Men nowadays. I shake my head. They are all the same.

Hindi ko mapigilan ang ngumiti. Nakakapangilabot.

"Bakit? Ano'ng nginingiti mo riyan?" Maangas na tanong niya habang inaayos niya ang kanyang zipper.

"Mukhang maliit ang sa iyo." Isang mapanuksong ngisi ang binigay ko sa kanya.

Bitch, just go and fuck yourself.

Drawing his eyes wide open, his face turns red. He's mad with embarrassment. I hear the two guys laugh beside me.

I easily read the furious attack of the leader, and he's about to slap me. Damn, as if I will let his filthy hand reach my face.

"Bastos ka, ha! Ipapakita ko sa iyo!" He says angrily.

The hell, ako pa ang bastos? Loser bitch.

His hand is coming to my way, but I immediately kick him hard on the jaw. I'm wearing a pair of boots. Too bad, may bakal yata ito.

Natumba siya na duguan. I sense the surprise reaction of the two, I waste no time in praising myself and I immediately elbow the man on my right.

I quickly stand up, I kick the other one with the heel of my shoes at his cheek. There he is, sleeping.

Gee. Bunch of weakling idiots.

Since my hands are being tied, I'm only using my legs to fight. I am also trained to fight even if my hands were tied. With the last person who's standing, I give him a blow to his stomach. He bends down while holding the injured part. With that position, I raise my one leg and I grant him an axe kick to his spinal chord.

Heh. You may forever sleep in unconsciousness.

I compose myself and concentrate my strength to my wrist. I got to rip this rope off to get out of this unsightly place.

As I rid the rope, the door opens. Oh-ho.

"Mga pre!—" Nabitin ang sasabihin ng isa nang makita niyang tumba ang tatlo niyang kasamahan. I feel sorry for them, because they are so weak. And yeah, he's holding my bag with the old lady beside him.

He grabs the gun on his pocket and pulls the trigger instantly.

But I only catch the bullet using my fingers. "How pathetic." I say with my chin up and let the bullet falls on the floor. "A mere bullet can't kill me easily."

They can't speak, even the old lady. Assumingly, they're stupetified.

"Fight me fair and square, you worst trash of this society." I add, cracking my fingers. Well, I'm all revved up and I want to beat the hell out of their systems. Plus, I yearn to release this burning feeling inside my chest.

"Bwisit!!" Isang salita na nasambit niya.

I start to walk towards them. He pulls the trigger again, but I just weave my head and dodge the bullet.

"Walang gana iyan sa 'kin." I say boringly.

He's about to punch me, but I only catch his fist and punch him right on his nose.

Okay. Technical knockout. Loser.

Then I face the old lady. She's just an old lady and it's not my hobby to beat someone like hers.

Even though, I haven't done nothing, I can clearly see her frightened face.

Heh. That gives me an idea.

"Old lady," I call as I form a very evil smile. "Gusto mo bang makilala si Kamatayan?" Wika ko na may isang malademonyong boses.

Hindi siya nakapagsalita at nanatiling nakatayo habang nanginginig. Ilang sandali lang ay bigla na lang siyang natumba sa sahig.

Aww. Maybe I went overboard. But ouch. I'm still injured. Sheesh. Damn these guys.

Napa-iling na lang ako at kinuha ang aking bag. That was not interesting at all.

I sigh as I go to the room where the fuels are placed.

Kinuha ko na ang ginamit ko at saka na lumabas doon. Reaching the outside—where my motorbike is parked.

I watch the house first. Well, I must thank them. I only smirk. I remember the story I have read before, saying: "If you don't hold a rose carefully, you'll get pierced by its thorns."

So I leave the place and continue driving, the road here is bumpy. I steal a fast glance to my watch, it's 6:50 PM. Maybe, fifteen to twenty minutes more of driving to reach the place.

While driving, I can't help but to think the pain that happened yesterday.

I sigh, why life is so cruel, huh? It is to think all the awkward changes in my life.

" . . . And I shouldn't want you."

The words of Chance really rip in my chest.
Before, when I hear his voice, it feels like I'm dreaming in the floatland. But now, I'm having a crazy nightmare.

Few minutes later when I arrive at my place. I stop my Ducati in front of the rest house. I climb out of my motorbike, removing my helmet. I look at the house, it's just a simple low-cost villa in the middle of a vast forest.

I can't appreciate the view, because it's already night, 7:07 PM. But the forest itself is beautiful; fireflies are everywhere, making feel that I'm standing on the ground full of stars.

Smiling, I enter the house. I tell Kuya Mike that I want to visit this house, and agrees with it. Good thing, he manages everything; the cleaning, the providing of food, clothes, and a lot of stuff.

I head to a room above and ready my bath. It's unusually a tiry day, and I want to relax myself. I fill the bathtub with warm water and a mixture for making bubbles.

I remove my clothes, stripping myself naked. I also tie my hair like a bun. By the time I step inside the tub, I've already felt the relaxation.

Closing my eyes, I rest my head to the edge of the tub. A lot of things happen since I came here. "And I feel so wasted." I mutter to myself.

I sigh heavily. This can't be helped. And what's occuring right now is surely a pain in the ass. I only sink my half face on the water. If I just can solely remove my heart, even my senses, then everything will be all right.

But shit. That will be much a pain.

Many minutes has passed when I decided to get off of the tub.

Water still dripping from my body, I pick the towel and wipe myself. I remove the tie of my hair and wrap the towel around my body. I go out of the bathroom and make my way to the wardrobe. I picked my clothes and sa kwarto na ako nagbihis.

Once I get dressed, I lie on my bed. Wala akong ganang kumain. Gan'on ba talaga?

I sigh and grab my backpack. I have to inform Kuya Mike that I am already here in the rest house. I rummage my bag, and it's pretty annoying that my things are unorganized. Well, I'm just putting all my stuff inside and too lazy to fix them neatly.

Good thing, my knives are sheathed. After a few seconds, I finally find my phone. Unlocking it, I notice a text message coming from Ate Bea.

From: Ate Bea

Hey, Nat! I heard and saw what happened between you and Chance.

Huh? What? I immediately press the call sign for me to talk with here.

"Hi, Nat-chan!" she greets.

"'Hi' your face, Ate!" I whinge at her, "what did you hear and see? Saw what? Heard what?!"

Instead of answering, she starts laughing. It's like she's mocking me.

"Ate Bea!" I shout with slight irritation.

"Ahaha! Give me a minute, Nat! I'm going to finish my laughs!" And there she is. Laughing with all her heart's content.

After a minute, "Okay, I'm done!" She announces and chuckles again.

"Hey, what do you know?" I ask her.

Ate Bea clears her throat, "I want to see your gentle smiles. I want your warm touches to me. My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had." She imitates what's Chance told me yesterday!

"Kyaaaahhhh!!" I scream really loud and throw my phone away!

Screw it! Dang! It's embarrassing! I don't care if my phone is broken, I just want to forget what happened yesterday! But that Ate Bea reminds it for me! Gaahh, I hate her!

Makatulog nga. At least, when sleeping, I can forget him. I grab a pillow and hug it tightly.

I close my eyes, but whenever my eyes are close, the face of Chance is appearing on my mind. I groan in frustration and face right.

Then I face left, then dumapa ako. Face right again, then left and right and left.

Hanggang sa nahulog ako sa sahig. Aww. Curse it.

Hindi effective. And now, I end up staring above the plain ceiling. Only the lamp shade is giving light to the whole room. I glance at the sliding door of the balcony, the moon is up, shining beautifully at the dark sky.

"Why, Moon?" I mutter to myself.

Why his soft voice is ringing to my ear? And even when I close my eyes, I keep on looking for him.

I sigh. This is unrequited love.

How do I know that? Simple. I search at the World Wide Web.

It's now 23:30 PM. I decide to go to the balcony. I place my hands on the railings.

Gazing above, I'm already mesmerized by the heavenly bodies. And seems like the night is on the good mood. The moon shines so bright with its fully shape along with the stars that sparkling brightly.

As I stare above, I sight a shooting star!

And I immediately wish. In my childhood, they said that you should wish when you caught a shooting star, because it will grant your desire. But some says that it's not true; it's only a fiction, created by those desperate people who find only cruelty in their reality world. Well, there's nothing wrong if I try wishing on a wishing star.

I actually wish to see Chance right now. I laugh bitterly. I'm also one of the person who's desperate to find something that doesn't exsist—the fiction world.

I close my eyes, trying to have a peace of mind. Hearing the peaceful sound of the night, I sense a presence.

It's a very familiar presence—the presence that I longed and wished for; the presence that I loved to be always near me.

I look back, because the presence is coming from behind.

As my eyes see the owner of the presence, I don't know what I feel. My body stops moving. My heart starts to beat loudly, and the why it pumps, it kinda hurts.

I don't know if I'm just hallucinating, because I always think of him.

The shooting star grants my wish. If wishing on the shooting star is purely a fiction, then, I'm just dreaming inside the fiction world.

"Heh," I smile, placing my palm to my forehead, "So stupid of me, I'm dreaming while awake."

I chuckle, I'm such a crazy girl. So this is the world of being broken, eh?

"You're not dreaming." Says the person in front of me.

How nice. Chance is here. I must've been crazy. He's even talking. His voice, it's a beautiful music that brings tears to my eyes.

I look down, feeling the building tears on my eyes. "You're really here, aren't you?" I ask quietly, clutching my fists.

"Yes, I'm here, Miracle."

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n o t e :

When Miracle said this: " I add, cracking my fingers. Well, I'm all revved up and I want to beat the hell out of their systems."

What I mean, she's cracking her fingers like Kaneki Ken did in Tokyo Ghoul. haha. She can't crack her fingers when she's injured. Remember the knife thingy at the last two chapters.

*Ken's voice* What is a thousand minus seven?