Something Different

13 Just the two of us

I couldn't move. All the pain now is full blown seeping in my bones and muscles. I remain lying down, Pepsi must've sense my pain since he laid down beside me after a while.

Since the day I was born, my companions were all the orphans. All 35 of them. But now seemed to be turning 36.

Even in pain I am happy to have another friend in a form of a savior. His name is Pepsi. An orang-brown, japanese spits thin dog.

My vission is blurring and I felt my cheeks got wet.

I hate my life. I hate how unfair things are in my life. Why can't I die? Why is it that when I am on the grave of loosing life someone will come to stop that moment.

I raised my aching hand in the air and formed a fuck you sign to the sky.

One day, I know, all the kids in the orphanage will leave me since they have their lives separate from mine, but I know, and I pray: that one a companion will find his or her way to me and she will never leave or turn back against me.

And that companion, I pray, will accept all that I am. They will accept all that Arahera Lances has to offer.

I sob silently. Fuck you life, fuck you. I will really expect that you make all my suffering pay off.

I wiped my tears and rested my hand on my stomach. My back is recieving the coldness of the concrete.

I coughed a little and brave myself to sit up. All the pain is excruciating but I have to extemporize my way to get out of here or all the addicts or the curfew itself find me lying here and accuse me anything. Well, that's what they always do.

I keep on gritting my teeth as I walk my way to the orphanage, Pepsi is following me too barking at anyone who attempt to come near me.

When I reached the orphanage, they kids' voices are loud, like they are playing—no, praising someone.

Even from a far, I know who it is. My asswipe of a father. Cheers from kids' at nights like this, it's no doubt he is here again, playing like a saint.

I sheer my tracks to the right where the bushes can hide me and where I can temporarily rest while he is here to turn my heaven into hell.

Why I can say that? Because he keep on pledging to the children, and knowing the children, ofcourse they would believe a pretender like him.

I laid my back on the ground, behind the bushes. Pepsi just stared at me and left me. I did not mind
him since I know he will go play with the other dog on the street.

My eyes is closed, I wanna sleep. But my senses is alert. Something came to me but I did not open my eyes. I heard Pepsi's bark, when I opened my eyes I saw him, he has a plastic bag beside him.

With creased forehead, I reached the plastic bag and examine it. It has food. Decent food.

Pepsi went behind me and helped me to sit up.

I smiled out of the blue. "Thank you." I mumbled.

Once again, I felt my cheeks got wet. My tears are falling, I can't help it.

I reached for the dog and hug him. "Thank you so much. . . Companion, my savior."

"I guess it will always be just the two of us." I said then I felt him lick my tears as if telling that he will always be with me. That he is that one companion in life who will never leave me.

Present time*

I can't help but sob loudly. Pepsi's corpse is lying in front of me. The apartment looked like it has been stormed.