Heartless Angel

You're an evil b****. Go to hell!" "Like father, like daughter. Both of you are murderers." "Good for nothing." "Filthy w****!" Mga salitang paulit ulit na umiikot saking isipan sa tuwing sinusubukan kong itama ang mga nagawang pagkakamali. I took a deep breath. Actually, words can't hurt me anymore. But... "My heart hurts very much when no one even cares if I tried to be good," I paused. And then I smiled, "Dad was right!" Tumayo na ako mula sa pagkakaupo at inilabas ang telepono. At agad kong tinawagan ang agency ng pinagtatrabahuhan ko. "Good evening! This is Asia, from Class A-4. Send someone to clean my mess, please..." I said coldly. "Roger!" Sagot sa kabilang linya. Agad ko namang pinatay ang tawag sa telepono. At sinimulan ko na ring humakbang sa malagkit na daan. Ang dating malinis na sahig, subalit sa ngayon ay narumihan ng dugong nagmula sa aking mga pinaslang. I paused when I've reached the front door. However, I looked back to stare those dead bodies laying on the wet floor. "No need to worry, they're coming to clean my mess. Especially, to burn your bodies to send in hell..." I started to open the door little by little. And then I immediately closed it, without looking and turning back. Being good isn't easy to deal with, even though there are some ways to change. But it makes me weak and useless. And if I am bad, really bad, I can't feel anything. At first, you may feel nothing but hell. The story is work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Remember, plagiarism is a crime. For all mad readers who weren't Please read and enjoy!