A scary place…

 

 

 

Broken pieces of liquor scattered on the floor…

 

 

 

People lying on the floor… with bloods all over them…

 

 

 

I don’t know if they still breathing or not…

 

 

 

All I know is… I’m the one who did this…

 

 

 

“Mika, let’s go! I’m already tired…” the woman beside me said while getting the baseball bat on my hand and throw it on a drum and burned it.

 

“Don’t worry, hindi na nila tayo guguluhin pa...” she said as she take my hand and walk away from that place.

 

 

“Ha! Akala mo kung sino mga weak type pala!” another woman said.

 

I also saw all of my members. She looked at me and handed a cigarette. I took it and light it up. As I let the smoke out of my mouth I also release all my tensions I feel at the very start… all my problems I kept inside…

 

 

 

I don’t know when I started to play this kind of game…

 

 

 

What I know is…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can never escape…