It’s dark. I can’t even see my own hands. Where am I? I hear something! It probably just was a daga or something. What did they do to me? Can I escape? Are they watching me right now? Am I alone? My head hurts. I feel like someone is slamming a hammer against it. What do they want from me? Money? If it’s money, I’m in big trouble. I haven’t got any. Of course not. I live on the kalye for god’s sake. Why me? Why did they had to choose me? Haven’t I gone through enough yet? Is this some kind of sick joke? Maybe it’s a punishment. I haven’t done anything wrong though. At least I do my best not to. Who are they? Where are they? It’s so quiet. I hate it when it’s so quiet. It means something’s wrong. I’ve learned that much. It means that something big is going to happen. Something bad. It always does, especially to me. Bad luck always has a way of finding me. Time and time again. It’s going to be the end of me someday. I just know it. Everybody always talks about pag-ibig and soul mates. Why can’t I experience something like that for once? I need somebody to help me through everything. I can’t do this alone. Not anymore. I could use a shoulder to cry on for once. I deserve it. But I will never find pag-ibig or happiness for that matter. It just isn’t something laid out for me. And even if sa pamamagitan ng some kind of miracle I did, it would end pretty badly. Everyone I ever loved or even just cared about, is dead. Dead because of me. And In the end I’ll end up just like them. Rotting in the dirty ground forever..