Afterworks

Chapter 0

Fidel's P.O.V

August 23, 2017 =10:00p.m.=

I am chilling in my room, watching and fooling around. I am boiling water for my coffee when I heard a knock... no, It's banging in my door. As soon as I opened it, It is my money lender. I am currently in debt with the gigantic amount of 600,000php with this person.

"I said I'll pay by the end of the month, why are you making a fuzz???" I said annoyed. "Y-You fucking bastard!!! How many times did you say that to me!? It's been 4 years now bitch!!!" He shouts furiously.

I just shrugged and looked away, leaving the door open. "Get some coffee first. Come in." I commented.

I must've struck a nerve at him, he went rampaging on my place. "Give me my money now, bitch.", "You have the money to buy these things but you haven't even paid me once." He replied. I was very mad at him. Like, How dare he break my things?! My vase! It costs around 40,000php!!! My television too!!! My chairs!! "STOP IT!!! I TOLD YOU I'LL PAY YOU!" I yelled, angry. out of nowhere, he then grabs the knife from my kitchen and runs into me. "YOU THINK I'LL BE FOOLED AGAIN?!" He said with a maniacal laughter. My heart skipped beats multiple times. I'm too weak to stop his attack. I fought my life out of it, but it was no use. I still got stabbed, causing me to lose too much blood. "Is it... my end...?" I questioned myself. Then lastly, I took one last look at something. My family picture. Tears come streaming down my face saying "I'm sorry" multiple times. Then, everything went blank.

--Somewhere in the purgatory--

*It's dark.* I thought to myself. I don't know what time is it. My senses are blocked too... So this is death? But then I saw... a glimmer of hope, a small dot of light. I ran for my life for God knows what long of a time. I think this is "The light at the end of a tunnel".

August 23,2010 =10:00a.m.=

I hear whispers everywhere. Where am I? I looked around and saw everything. "I-I'm not dreaming am I? I'm not crazy yet right?". I looked down at my arms, It is my old uniform. But something piqued my interest more. It was my desk. Its full of writing of the worst people you can meet on school. Everything is the same as before. The chalkboard, my classmate, even my desk. I ran into the Comfort room to make sure, and I am right. I'm my past self. I pinched myself to make sure this wasn't a dream, and it really isn't. I washed my face with the cold water of the faucet, and ran towards the exit of the comfort room.

"THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? YOU DARE WET MY SHIRT???" an unknown person said. I looked up to see who it was, it seems like its a 3rd year bully, judging from the different uniforms and the hoodie that is exclusive to 3rd years only. "I-I am sorry." I said out of fear. But even before I finished my sentence, I found myself punched by a scumbag on my stomach. "URG!" I groaned in pain, it even made me lie on the floor. Will this even end?

=TO BE CONTINUED