The people have elected a new president. The first thing he did was conscript children into a school for future soldiers, and not a single human rights organization found out. Selena was one of those children. She was twelve when soldiers at school picked her up from school, rode a chopper, and disappeared They brought her to a garrison along with hundreds of children like her. There, she met friends she'd do anything to protect.
View MoreChristmas is probably my worst time of the year. I had no animosity toward the holiness whose birthday is being celebrated. Still, I do have some problems with how we celebrate it.
My name is Selena Garcia, eight years old and the eldest child of two, my father; I have no idea where he is. I do remember, though, that I had one until I was four. How I wish grandma is still alive. She's a bit grumpy, but she's very generous, unlike my uncles and aunts, who are very self-centered and condemnatory. So here I am, sulking inside my room, listening to their voices wherein I, alone, am the topic.
"…that kid is very arrogant," said the spouse of my favorite uncle. "How did you raise that kid, France?"
"…she talks back to elderly people so easily. How rude she is!" said another, my godmother.
"…she deserves how Elric treats her. If it was me, I'd pull her tongue out."
"… she has your husband's war freak attitude. She can't be tamed!"
"…Elric is a drug addict. If there's someone who should all of you condemn, that's him," says my mom, and I heard chuckling.
"… he's mental. He can't help it," said an uncle. "Put a leash on your daughter, France. Or we will."
How could they be so insensitive? Elric had been hurting my mom since forever! I can't just stand around doing nothing just because he's my uncle. If I could ever have the chance, I'd kill the guy myself. No one hurts my mom, and I live to tell the tale. And these people seem alright with it. How? Why?
Because it's not them on the receiving end of the pain, so they're free to talk.
Had they experienced being suffocated by a pillow while they slept? Elric, my uncle, did that to me.
Had they received his solid kicks when I alone defended my mother from his wrath?
Had they been slammed against the wall simply by standing in his path?
Do they know how it feels like to sleep with a small knife under your pillow for somewhere around lurks a monster?
Had they experienced taking a bath only to have someone bang on your door until it opens?
Had someone tried to choke them to death only to be saved by a neighbor's 911 call?
They're probably wondering why those haven't scared me the least bit. If there's something those treatments did to me, they only amplified my hate towards them. At first, it was mostly fear, and then out of the blue, it transformed into overwhelming fury.
My list goes on, and all of it had something to do with life and death situations. I'd give anything to beat the crap out of that monster.
"Your mother just left. Oh yes, I'm gonna kill you. I'm going to start with your nails."
Yep. Elric tried to kill my nails first. What a sight would it have been to wear natural black nail polish if he got through me?
They have no idea what kind of hell I'd been living for the past five years of my life. That even in my sleep, I take caution. What's a nice siesta feel like? I'd give my bicycle to know. I am eight. Do I warrant this kind of treatment? For my relatives, I do.
I don't get why a kid should respect someone just because he's aged. Respect is not for free. Respect is earned through deeds. Even if you are a kid or an adult, it will be the endeavor you've done for you to get respected. If age is all it takes to be appreciated, then should every child respect the criminals who had raped, robbed, and killed the innocent?
If only the adults knew how sure of themselves they'd been. If only someone could advise them how wrong they are. Most adults aren't easy to respect and difficult beyond belief. Simply because there's no one older than them telling them what is right or wrong anymore, some adults had gone off course. Physically, they aged. Mentally though, I doubt that.
They do horrible and unreasonable deeds, and then they talk of respect? I am pretty impressed by how foolish they've gone.
A knock woke me out of my bitter reverie.
France, my mom, entered the room. Jerry, my four-year-old sister, tailed her inside. My mom is the sort of mom you see in movies who's very delicate looking and weak. Even her demeanor is slave-like. Some say I look like my mom. But there is an air of misery in her that sometimes I hated to look at her. Unlike me, even if it doesn't show, there is no sign of strength or zeal in her. She's the epitome of hopelessness. And I, her eldest daughter, had made it my lifelong mission to protect such a fragile thing.
"Seena, Seena!" Jerry called and leaped on my bed. "Let's eat."
"You've been cooped up here for a long time. Your cousins had long arrived," Mom said. "Don't you want to see them?"
"If they want to see me, they're free to enter my room," said I and grabbed a pillow and embraced it. "I don't want to see how the elders see me."
"Dear, don't be like that," my mom said. "They'd love to see you."
I snorted. "I heard your conversation. They hate me. Always have, always will."
My mom shook her head. "That's absurd, dear."
Oh yes, she'll assume that. I am cooped up in my room four walls away from their palaver. It's not viable to hear anything from inside my room. But the distressing part is, I can.
Years of watching out for the horrid creature lurking around trying to kill me, my sister, and my mom, walls apart, is enough to strain your ear up to their limits. More than once, I almost died being trapped in his element of surprise. I vowed to every creature on the planet that someday, no one would be stealthy enough to catch me by surprise. The pull of self-preservation began having its toll on me, and now I have the ears of the beasts.
"Just let me be, Mom," I said lethargically. "I am not hungry anyway."
France nodded, and Jerry offered to bring me food. Had I known that my nonattendance would cause a lot of upheavals, I would've gone out? Not!
My uncle Elric, and my godfather, Lelio, barged inside my room and started to nag.
I looked at them dead in the face. They had no idea that I couldn't hear a thing. My head chose to be too preoccupied with the Japanese horror movie I watched an hour ago. And then, I saw Elric try to grab me, so I stepped back. They had probably realized by now that words won't work on me, so they're trying to inflict pain. So much for discipline, huh? Why can't they just die and disappear forever? I pushed them out of the way and ran out of the room. Then it was pandemonium. For when they tried to catch me, my bigger cousins wanted to stop them.
"Father," said Michel, my cousin. "Leave Selena alone. She's just a kid!"
"Stop," said one of my aunties. "You are scaring the kid!"
But they still continued to pursue me. In the end, they got me cornered. Lelio slapped me on the face says, that's for running away when they were trying to be diplomatic. If that was their diplomacy, now, I really am looking forward to what their dictatorial approach would look like.
My Christmas gift was a bloody lip. I paid badly for avoiding them and how… How in the world would I try to revere such creatures?
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Days passed, and it was back to normal, Elric trying his best to hurt me. After yelling at him to leave my mom alone, he snapped at me, and I ran. I hurried back to my room and locked the door. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Bam. I closed the door and kicked the bamboos in place. The banging began. He started forcing himself inside the room again. Too bad for him though, I've been saving most of my allowance to buy tons of bolts for security purposes. There are eight locks, including the doorknob. Aside from that, I had smuggled two bamboo shoots inside the house and into my room which lengths are enough to get the door barricaded from door to wall.
"I'm going to kill you!" he yelled. "I'll make it slow. Painful. I'll enjoy every second of it!"
"You've been saying that for what?! Four? Five years?" I yelled at the door. "Don't make me laugh, uncle! I'm starting to grow tired of your empty threats."
But, oh boy, those threats weren't empty at all. For most of the time, I look at the mirror and find a beat-up, bruised, and ugly stranger staring back at me.
I was shaking.
Fear. Fury. Self-pity. Helplessness. Despair. Sadness. Excitement.
And then the banging on the door ceased. And although I was shaking in every negative emotion I could name, I sighed in pity. Elric will be destroying my windows next. Would you try to throw rocks and knives at me? Would you try to bathe me with boiling water? Would, what? Spray mosquito killer through my broken windows to suffocate and poison me?
I knew he was outside my room now, standing in front of the window, staring at it in defeat. He didn't do anything but stand quietly, which brought a cocky smile to my lips. I put a layer of my kind of Christmas decorations. Thick layers of barb wires welcomed his sight. I doubt he could still stick his hands on the wholes he made; else, he'd get grated by the rusty pinpricks.
I listened to his leaving footsteps. Scared for my mother and little sister's safety, I pricked my ears and followed the sound of his footsteps around the house. I heard the tapping of a basic phone's keypad. I frowned. This is one odd gesture. I lay down on my bed and listened. Then, he made a victorious grunt which I heard him clear even though he's a few feet away, walls apart.
In the entirety of the five years I've been with this demon, never had I considered him as the conspiring, cunning hooligan. He's more like a nut head bully who does nothing but hurt others. That time though, I knew. I knew he was planning something.
Then the day came when two of Elric's friends sneaked into the house. My mother had left to buy food at the grocery store. It was also the day when my hands were drenched with somebody else's blood.
The historic day of my first kill.
The next day, I woke up and found a note on the bedside table saying, 'Be right back. I had another bone scan. They said my hands were mending faster than expected. They commented about the drugs doing better than expected. They had me escorted back to the room. Fran gave me a visit again, brought the usual tray and food. She helped me eat, and although it didn't taste as pleasant as the food from the canteen or the food from the underground floor, I ate with vigor. I need my energy back as fast as I can. I can feelit. I know something's brewing out there, and I'd bet my toes this time that it has something to do with the captain. I did squats until my legs cave in.&n
I opened my eyes and turned to the clock on the bedside table. I wasn't surprised to find myself insidemyinfirmary room. My body's a stiff as stone. I must've slept for a long while now. I stood up and stared at my hands. Only my thumbs survived the beating. I couldn't help but feel sorry for my little fingers wrapped thoroughly with bandages. Fran entered the room holding a tray topped with a water bottle, a couple of medicine, and a kettle. There was food, too. I smiled at her, and she just sighed. She gave me three tablets of different-looking capsules. I took it and gulped it down with water. &nb
Bee became the highlight of my life, diligently helping me avoid detentions. During the past few days, the class managed to escape detentions with her wits, thus making my wounds heal in peace. One of these days, I'm going to thank her. Still, Lieutenant Margaery is nowhere to be seen, twice the sergeant had personally gone to me for information, and twice I told him I didn't know where she was. We were in the middle of Flight Lessons when Victor got pissed off and attacked Viper, his co-pilot. Roses stood up to watch them brawl. Private Lowell found them rolling on the floor, kicking and punching. &n
Another month passed by, I managed to avoid seven detentions and survived three. The first one was when Eagle and Howler snuck into one of the warplanes parked outside. Bee punched me in the gut when I asked her to tell the superiors that I made them do it. The captain and I made a happy reunion and later drowned me. I had also started teaching Muscat some tricks like stay and fetch. Minnie said I was mistaking it for a dog, but I ignored her. As long as I can prove that it's atrainedcat, who would argue against it? It had also refused to eat cooked food, so I do covert burglary missions to the kitchen for Muscat's everyday food source at night. It's either piece of meat or a whole fish. Even Minnie doesn't know this. The second time was when Reaper, Barrel
As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized that my nap had taken longer than I had planned it to be. It's 4 o'clock in the morning, and my back feels like it's gonna cave in. The jelly pads must've worn out. I stood up and limped my way to the shower room to wash my face and brush my teeth. I turned around and lifted my clothes to check my back. The deep blue pads had faded to a whitish blue. I fought the urge to remove them and look at how grave my wounds were. I lost and succumbed to curiosity. "Awawaw," I muttered as I lifted the corner of the pads to take a look. I watched my reflection as the weight of the situation dawned on me. I looked at my half-exposed back with self-pity and
The lieutenant found me wearing the suit from last week's detention. She stared at me for a second and sighed in defeat. I saluted. "They said a kid's up for detention," she told me. "I should've known it's you again." "I got really pissed off with my bomb," I told her. "Whose ass did you save this time?" she asked and turned right. "No one," I said. "It's all me." I looked at the room where I was electrocuted and frowned. "Where are you taking me?" "The captain must've heard that it was you again, so he changed the venue," the lieutenant looked pale. And angry. "He's not gonna cut my fingers, is he?" I asked and cleared my throat. &
Minnie walked beside me as we headed to the underground classroom. She's commenting about how we would learn to fly war planes underground. She's also talking about how Bee's starting to get on her nerves again. I stayed quiet the whole time. We met with the other guys on our way. Loki approached me, looking a little confused. "Why are you wearing a jacket?" he asked. "It's not that cold." "Leave me alone," I told him, and he shrugged. At last, we've arrived.
I was asked to strip off my clothes and wear the white, tight, thin suit. I did what I was told. I looked around. The lieutenant escorted me in here. I am now inside a small room, which appears to be the changing area. I tied my hair up in a tight ponytail, noticing how long they've grown since I got here. I focused on my breathing, calming my nerves. I can't calm down. I can't calm down when I know I am up against something I cannot kill. I want to run. There was a knock on the door. Slowly, I walked towards the door and stepped out. A guy in a lab gown welcomed me. "This way," he said. I strol
The Clique We walked further inside and up the great hall. We were welcomed with a carpeted floor and hotel-like ambiance when we reached the third floor. "That way is the Captain's quarters and office," the Sergeant said. "They made it look grand because sometimes, the country's leaders visit us. We can't make it look barbaric." I stared at the door a couple of meters away from us. The Sergeant signaled us to follow him. We found ourselves in the middle of another hall. I looked to the right, and there's a door, t
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