“… I-I can’t do this…” She murmured, as tears began to flow down her cheeks. The once blond hair this pure, untainted girl has… Turned into a bleak shade of black, staining everything with the inklike liquid she emitted with her tears.

Before this crying, corrupted girl, stood a lucid being, glowing brightly, a gentle smile upon her lips as she looked down at the dying human.

“You can.” She spoke softly, as to comfort her.

The impure maiden looked up to this celestial being, who was unlike her- pure, untainted and innocent as a new flower has come to bloom. “N-No. You’re not real… I made you up, along with this… This hell I’ve created for myself…” 

The angel-like girl knelt before her and brushed her finger across her face. With tearful eyes, the Creator looked up to her own creation… The seed of her distorted imagination and lies. Unlike the rest, this girl… Or should I say, herself in another perspective, was the only pure creation she had made, for she had bore a hundredfold of abominations before her.

“I am not real, you say?” The angel spoke. “… I am you. I am you before you became this.”
“… You’re not real anymore. You don’t exist anymore.”
“… Says you.” The angel only responded by landing a kiss on her master’s forehead.
“…?!”

“Go back. Go back to who you are back then. Even if that means… I am not to exist anymore like you said.” With tearful eyes, the once blond hair of her mirror image turned as black as ink, her glowing skin losing its light, along with the porcelain image she had, has turned into pale, dead skin.
“W-What do you mean?!”
“Master… I’ll be a monster, just for you.”
“What?”

Before she noticed it, the wind shifted, and a harsh breeze blew over them. As she turned back to look at her mirror image… It was no longer there.

“I’ve granted your wish, master….” She heard a disintegrating voice in her head say.

Another tear has fallen.

This sadness, this curse she bore upon her shoulders, it has corrupted her once innocent heart, and with all it’s worth all she did was she kept believing that one day it would all stop.

But it didn’t, did it not?

Anger consumed her, with all her tears of sorrow converted into a merciless fury filled with misery and hate, for what she had endured and kept inside of her has been set loose. 

This monster, or what should I say ‘abomination’, that she had always managed to lock up inside the depths of her soul had broken the chains and fetters that bound it under her control.

Every tear she shed and every scar that caused her pain tempted her to set it free. But she didn’t want to hurt anyone even if the price to pay was your sanity and yourself.

Yet, who is to blame for the temptation?

Now, with an eerie gleam in her eyes, the massacre starts… Now each and everyone who made her suffer will pay in full price…. With their heads.

My project in Filipino class is to write a short story. My teacher was kind enough to give us freedom to choose from any kind of theme, whether it be about love, friendship, family, politics, horror, and so on. 

For me, I plan on writing a story about the reality of the world and the current problems of society. I was inspired by seeing a street beggar feeding a small blue bird with a few bread crumbs.

Almost every other day, I would come across this man sitting on the sidewalk, begging for alms or just a few coins. I would sometimes give him some spare change from my allowance which I budget every week. One day I noticed that he was eating a few pieces of small bread. He was nibbling on it, until a blue bird flew down before him.

He stopped his nibbling and stared at the bird. I was watching from the distance as I saw him break a small piece of bread for the bird. The bird then drew closer to him, and I almost broke into tears.

The next day I saw the blue bird with him once again, though this time he had nothing to eat. The skies were dark, and I was once again watching him from a distance. 

Soon it began to rain. With my own eyes I saw the man shelter the bird and himself  in an old carton box beside him. 

The following days I would see him with the blue bird most of the time, as if it was his pet. I felt really moved whenever I see a blue bird in the school campus.

He was a pitiful man; a poor victim of today’s poverty. He is long past his prime- His shabby white beard bearing proof. He would sit in that sidewalk for what seemed like days, hours, months… An eternity. Until a certain blue bird came before him. It had kept him company, despite its free will to fly, and live with someone more pleasant unlike this old pauper. 

So then I decided to write about it.

I need to write the story in Tagalog (Filipino), but then I will also translate it to English and upload both versions here on Tumblr after I submit my project.

(And maybe I could also write it in Japanese, but that would take time…)