Number 47 | ON-GOING

CHAPTER 43

Killing Meister

DMITRI.

I SHOULD THINK before I act. That's it. 'Yon ang dapat kong gagawin. At kapag nakapag-isip na ako kung ano ba ang dapat kong gawin, then I could save moya zhemchuzhina.

"Tama, tama," I said to myself and even nodded my head in support to my thought.

Sitting on the bed with only lamp as my light on a dim room, I put my elbows on my knees and clasped my hands together as I bend my head down.

Hindi ko na bibiguin ang mga pinsan ko. Hinding-hindi na. Ilang ulit na ba akong nagkamali? Hindi ko na mabilang.

Pero natigilan na lang ako at napaisip dahilan para inaangat ko ang ulo kaharap ang bintanang nakabukas nang kaunti ang kurtina.

Paano ko ililigtas si Erina? Ano ang una kong gagawin? Malalim na ang gabi at kinakailangan ko ng pahinga.

Humiga na lang ako nang patigaya at tinuon ang mga mata sa kisame. At sa tagal kong nakatingin lang sa kisame, dahan-dahan kong nararamdaman ang pagkabigat ng talukap ng mga mata ko.

Hindi, hindi, hindi! Kailangan kong mag-isip kung paano ko ililigtas si Erina!

Kailangan kong. . . Kailangan ko ng . . . pahinga.

Minutes have passed while staring at the ceiling, I found myself in deep slumber.

"Kuya DJ, Kuya DJ. . ."

"Nasaan ka, Kuya DJ?"

"Kuya?"

It was Cassandra whose calling me. Nasa labas siya ng kwarto ko.

Hindi. Hindi ko gustong madamay siya sa nagawa ko. Ayaw ko.

"Kuya? Kuya? Nand'yan ka ba? Nakita kitang pumasok sa kwarto mo. May problema ba? Kuya D-"

I couldn't help it. I'm worried. I'm scared. I'm in trouble that it could harm my sister and my whole family.

I've messed up.

From hiding inside my unlighted room, I quickly opened the door and snatched my sister inside while covering her mouth. Nagpupumiglas pa siya at simusigaw sa mga bisig ko nang mabilis kong sinara ang pintuan.

"Shhh! Sshh! Ako ito. It's you're kuya DJ, Cassandra."

Nagpakilala ako sa kapatid ko sa pabulong na paraan bago binuksan ang ilaw ng kwarto.

"K-kuya? Anong-" She said disbelief as she scrutinized her eyes at me. She froze after Cassandra saw me, tears forming from her eyes.

My shirt was drenched with blood; not a fake blood used on a drama club, not a blood from the animals, but a blood from a person. My ragged pants had also stains of blood from that certain person.

I couldn't explain the right words to my sister. I shouldn't let her know. But my hands were already stained. She saw me drenched with blood of someone, that set violent themes on her brain. It could be traumatic for a girl whose only ten years of age.