FIRE. GUNSHOTS. BLOOD. DEATH.
Sunod-sunod ang aking naririnig na pagputok ng baril habang ako ay tumatakbo. I kept calling my parents and my brother, but no one is answering.
I can hear haunting screams from afar, mainly from our house that is currently burning down.
“Aneesa!”
Someone called my name and before I can even turn my head to look at him, he pushed me and I fall on the ground, passing out. Everything was a blur after.
Mabilis ang aking paghinga nang magising ako sa kalagitnaan ng gabi. That dream again. The nightmare that keeps haunting me for the past years. May mga pagkakataon noon na hindi na ako dinadalaw nito ngunit ngayon ay inaraw-araw na. Siguro dahil marami akong nakitang bagay at tao na nagpapaalala sa akin sa pamilya ko.
I wiped the tears at the side of my eyes
